It is for our security we fight,
We kill them so we can sleep at night.
The land is not theirs, but was always ours,
Promised, if we seized it by our powers.
And so we build our weapons and our walls,
And not meekly hide under prayer shawls.
We repossess our lands by ordained right,
By our covenanted and sanctioned might,
And do what we must, for our work is blest,
And our sacrifices are for the best.
We, the chosen, know what’s right: our souls bent
To a higher law beyond your contempt.
