Everything I believed and wrote during those terrible days of Oslo
Are coming true today
And everything that I can see as I look into tomorrow
Is nothing I want to say
I wish I was wrong, I regret being right
There’s no satisfaction in this kind of foresight
Because despite all my beliefs, such victory rings hollow
Since it was for peace that I prayed.
Let us search our ways and examine them
And let’s return to where we’re supposed to be.
Everybody thought St. Isaac was a savior
But he gave it all away
And instead of being shamed for what he did, he became a martyr
When he got blown away
We’re all still smarting from the wounds
Both from his death and from his ruin
Did he get what he deserved? I better not say a word
‘Cause my own people would make me pay.
Let us search …
Everywhere we go, we find ourselves under fire
No matter what we do
And our enemies against us, they unite and conspire
All the old libels are renewed
And we won’t even acknowledge our path
So we end up receiving the wrath
Our accusers are but instruments of the higher power’s ire
We may not like it but it’s true.
Let us search …
©2023 The Hesh Inc.
This dates back to the dreadful days of the so-called second intifada, Israel's reward for daring to attempt to misguidedly pursue peace with an enemy who had no intention of ever making peace. This is one of those instances where it gave me no satisfaction to say "I told you so."
No music was ever written to this, and may never be. But it stands as a plea to my fellow Jews to look inward, search our own ways, and not make the same lethal mistakes again.