The Jew They Could Not Subdue

The boy who always cried Jew
who is he, no one really knew
his hatred for Jews, well known
I was he, the focus of his tone

A single rose, but surrounded by so many thorns
constantly pricked, they wanted to see my horns
caught and all alone, how no one came to my aid
so many years ago, learning to live, though afraid

Blending in with the crowd, it was to no avail
I was very different, my faith was not for sale
they turned me into a fighter, that crazy "Jew Boy"
yes, that "beney boy" Jew, now no longer to annoy

Remembering how they ganged up on me, "Kill the Jew"
although gentiles don't really know what fear is, I knew
so I took care of them one by one, that day in December
those true evil souls, giving them something to remember

Whenever I hear of their glorious piety of love, the very truth forces me to laugh
blindly following a faith of hatred, incapable of seeing they follow a foolish craft
emotional scars, their gift to me, stemming from their holy, immaculate religion of love
consoled by truth, pain and suffering for them to endure, justice from the true G-d above

A proud Jew will never falter, committed to serve the One G-d above, and will fear no other
the day does certainly draw near, all the evil ones and their lies, with no place to take cover
G-d's chosen nation to no longer suffer in silence, recompensed by serving him in splendor
truth will the world finally acknowledge, and this light unto the nations, emboldened forever