50,000 Moons, 

Since the birth of Abraham, 

A world replete with ruins, 

Graves like grains of sand.

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50,000 Moons, 

Have watched my people grow, 

50,000 Moons, 

And what do we have to show? 

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Abraham was born, 

Beneath a torrid sky,

Samson’s hair was shorn, 

On the watch of the same eye. 

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I have seen my moons, 

One hundred or so at least, 

But I don’t know what they mean, 

Since you stole from me my priest. 

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David was the King,

And Solomon his son, 

The songs my people sing, 

Are the same that they had sung. 

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Jerusalem of gold, 

Babylon of gray, 

50,000 moons old, 

50,000 since that day. 

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Abraham was right, 

Everyone else was wrong, 

50,000 moons later,

His wisdom’s standing strong. 

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I have seen the fire,

I have felt the flames, 

50,000 wooden pyres, 

How they tried to make us tame. 

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And when Akiva burned, 

When Jerusalem was sacked, 

There was nowhere left to turn,

The sky had all gone black.

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But our people never wavered,

They did not give up the call, 

Our bodies burnt like paper, 

But our spirit’s standing tall.  

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50,000 moons, 

Since the birth of Abraham, 

Since he marched across the dunes, 

Since he found much more than man. 

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50,000 moons, 

Since the birth of Abraham, 

His truth has brought us doom,  

But it’s all I understand.