The Burden of Jerusalem
There rose a feud—still unsubdued—
Twixt Sarah’s son and Hagar’s child
That centred 'round Jerusalem
Of Mamre’s oak ‘mid stranger-folk
The Patriarch slumbered and his spouse
Nor dreamed about Jerusalem.)
And pastured there in tents of hair
Among the Camel and the Thorn—
Beersheba, South Jerusalem
At Pharaoh’s knees, till Rameses
Dismissed his plaguey multitude,
With curses, toward Jerusalem.
And launched their horde o’er Jordan’s ford,
And blazed the road by sack and flame
To Jebusite Jerusalem.
And did not well by Israel,
Till Babylonia took a hand
And drove them from Jerusalem.
To carry on as they had done,
Till angry Titus overthrew
The fabric of Jerusalem.
While each Crusade more certain made
That Hagar’s vengeful son possessed
And framed a creed to serve his need—
“Allah-hu-Akbar! God is Great!”
He preached it in Jerusalem.
Rose, far or near, in hate and fear,
And robbed and tortured, chased and slew,
The outcasts of Jerusalem.
And ages passed, and at the last
They stood beside each tyrant’s grave,
And whispered of Jerusalem.
The Unloved Race in every place
Where they amass their dividends
From Riga to Jerusalem.
To everyone (except the Hun)
It does not pay to interfere
With Cohen from Jerusalem.
(Or scents and rings of movie-kings)
The aloof, unleavened blood of Ur,
Broods steadfast on Jerusalem.
A robber bold, as was foretold,
To stand before his brother’s face—
The wolf without Jerusalem.
Must bear the weight of Israel’s hate
Because he is not brought again
In triumph to Jerusalem.
And was not brave enough to save
The Bondsmaid from the furious wife,
He wrought thy woe, Jerusalem.