SAY THEIR NAMES

In the hush that follows, a ghetto looms, 
Tradition drips in echoes of pain, 
Lives butchered, hopes extinguished, 
The weight of a name, a heritage stained.

Sacred oil flickers in the dark, 
Each spark a memory, a story half told, 
Voices celebrate light in the night, 
Defiance woven in threads of gold.

Never forget, when here we stand, 
Confronting the violence that kills still, 
To the laughter of children, the warmth of a hand, 
Killed again by hatred, by ignorance, by will.

Evil wears many masks,
Yet with each generation,

Love rises again, our Fierce, unyielding light, 
We march to take task.

Together we stand, hearts intertwined, 
For every lost ancestor,
Wandering in a kibbutz
We are the chorus, a beacon, a star.