All this change, and nothing's changed.

Anyone who has ever completed the study of a Talmudic tractate will find this prosody familiar.

You’ll level the field, you’ll even the score / You’ll beat that devil, you’ll win the war.

You have the chance to make yourself heard / About things that will affect us all ...

Woe unto them that that change darkness into light, and light into darkness.

The second part of an article I wrote for a prominent Orthodox Jewish publication in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.

Self-fulfilled prophecy / Against all hope / A lone, downward odyssey / A steep silent slope.

There’s chaos in the streets like everybody’s lost their mind.

How much longer will this wickedness rejoice? / How much longer will this evil have a voice?