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  • Writer's pictureHesh Meister


How can I go on singing love songs

When things are much more bitter than sweet

How can I keep rocking and rolling along

While rockets are landing in the street

They want my people killed

My people's blood to be spilled

And I can’t do much more

Than pray for our enemies’ defeat.


But you’d grant your enemies their victory

If you just quit and pack it in

To stop your singing, writing, and playing

Isn’t just defeat, it’s a sin

Don’t let them have their victory

Don’t just give up or give in

Stand up strong and sing your song

You can’t let the bastards win

You can’t let the bastards win …

How can I write about my soul in exile life

While families are targeted for murder

How can I escape this stress and strife

My resolve is undermined further

The innocents marked for slaughter

Their blood to flow like water

And I can’t be much more

Than a frustrated observer.


How can I play upbeat music

While everything is on the way down

How can I excuse it

When the red alert is the prevailing sound

Fifteen seconds to run

Living under the gun

And I can’t do much more

Than watching my nation go to ground.


©2018 The Hesh Inc.

Sderot rocket, Aug. 8, 2018
Incoming Hamas terror rocket over Sderot, Israel, August 8, 2018.

There is really little more to say than what is really in the picture. As of this morning, more than one hundred and eighty such 'firecrackers' have been launched at Israel by the 'peaceful protestors' of the Gaza Strip. How many more will it take until the Israeli government does what needs to be done, which is to uproot the entire terror infrastructure from the Strip without paying any heed to the 'enlightened' opinions of the terrorist-coddling nations of the world. David Ben-Gurion, Israel's first prime minister, would have known what to do. It is bitterly ironic that the current prime minister, considered by many to be right-wing, is an utter wimp compared to the left-wing leaders of the past.

And I sit here, at a computer in New York City, perhaps safe from the onslaught but very much anxious about what is happening to my brothers and sisters in Israel and utterly powerless to help the situation. But at the same time, I can't just fold up and stop doing my thing. That is the sentiment of the lyrics to this song.

The song was actually written during the terror spell of the early 2000s, when suicide-homicide bombers were setting themselves off in the streets of Israel's cities. Now that THE WALL all but keeps those scourges out and the enemy resorts to rocket attacks instead, I tweaked the lyrics (whose original imagery was much bloodier) to reflect the current situation.

May this all end soon with Israeli victory, and may the Strip be wiped clean of all the terrorists and their abettors.

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