Ghetto Nightingale

יוֹנָתִי בְּחַגְוֵי הַסֶּלַע בְּסֵתֶר הַמַּדְרֵגָה
הַרְאִינִי אֶת מַרְאַיִךְ הַשְׁמִיעִינִי אֶת קוֹלֵךְ

כִּי קוֹלֵךְ עָרֵב וּמַרְאֵיךְ נָאוֶה


She’s a good girl,
come from a good home
good family
It ain’t all good though

Daddy taught her how to play the piano
and she sang like Coltrane on the soprano

Sounded like a sunny day 
Live in Seattle
she’s a sweet songbird —
just another one in 
Six Million never heard
her last word was a falsetto
point blank range 
in the Warsaw Ghetto


She was the talk of the shtetl
maybe headed for the next level
people came from out of town 
just to hear the sound
of her voice had wings
she’d set your heart free like 
My Favorite Things or Let It Be

But her song was cut short 
like a bird in flight
she was ripped from this life like a sacrifice
until her story gets told 
her soul won’t settle
it’s a still small voice 
from the Warsaw Ghetto

Ki kolech...

Most people swear by “never again”
but sometimes you come across “remember when”
and your mind cant help but start to drift
now we continents apart — but still part of the myth
Paradigm Shift — but G!D still exists
unmoved and unchanged and beyond the name
our brains can’t explain
what the frames can’t contain
my people’s history of pain is a mysterious thing
the more the world change
the more we stay the same
there’s something beautiful and strange
about the dawning of an age
when war won’t be waged & peace becomes manifest
we’ll all realize that there were no accidents
everything was for a purpose
hidden from our consciousness
waiting to reveal itself like Reb Kalonymous
Holy Fire purifies the passions of the rebel
and sanctifies the suffering of the Warsaw Ghetto


Yonati BeChagvay HaSelah BeSeter HaMadregah 
Harini et marayich Hashme’i’ni et kolech 

Ki kolech arev 
U’marech naveh