Heaven, beg mercy for me! If there is <br />a God in you, a pathway through <br />you to this God - which I have not <br />discovered - then pray for me! For my <br />heart is dead, no longer is there prayer <br />on my lips; all strength is gone, and <br />hope is no more. Until when, how <br />much longer, until when? <br /> <br />You, executioner! Here's my neck - go <br />to it, slaughter me! Behead me like a <br />dog, yours is the almighty arm and the <br />axe, and the whole earth is my scaffold <br />- and we, we are the few! My blood is <br />fair game - strike the skull, and <br />murder's blood, the blood of nurslings <br />and old men, will spurt onto your <br />clothes and will never, never be wiped <br />off. <br /> <br />And if there is justice - let it show <br />itself at once! But if justice show itself <br />after I have been blotted out from <br />beneath the skies - let its throne be <br />hurled down forever! Let heaven rot <br />with eternal evil! And you, the arrogant, <br />go in this violence of yours, live by <br />your bloodshed and be cleansed by it. <br /> <br />And cursed be the man who says: <br />Avenge! No such revenge - revenge for <br />the blood of a little child - has yet been <br />devised by Satan. Let the blood pierce <br />through the abyss! Let the blood seep <br />down into the depths of darkness, and <br />eat away there, in the dark, and breach <br />all the rotting foundations of the earth.<br /><br />Hayyim Nahman Bialik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-slaughter/
