Darest I venture outside
On this most profound of days
What is it I will behold
In our cauldron of decay
A roiling mass of anger
A treacherous road of hate
Some bitter accusations
From all of those in that state
The danger that I fear most
Is that of declining fate
A place where all great nations
Are becoming reprobate
When all the chosen people
From their slumber rise too late
And mourn all of the morsels
Being taken from their plate
I hope you hear my sorrow
As I fathom our sad ways
And count the horrid hours
Racing to the end of days
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Any link to the date of Sh'vat for this year - around 16th May I think?
It was yesterday. The Shabbat and a day of personal importance.
Googling the third of the Hebrew month of Shevat (Sh'vat, שְׁבָט) I found this:
https://www.aish.com/dijh/Shevat_3.html
(Not the same word as Sabbath.)
Yes that is true, but the 3rd of Sh'vat was yesterday - which was also The Shabbat. Y'all are keeping me straight!
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