by Elisabeth Mcgrath

Created on: September 18, 2011   Last Updated: May 23, 2012

He was no Elazar ben Yair
Nor prophet of Jonestown was he
He was ready to die alone
With no thought of how that would be.

He knew he was a descendant
Of one who outlived the revolt
But he took all talk of Karma
With a liberal grain of salt.

Yet he felt he’d been on the heights
Overlooking the Roman siege
His heart had surged with love of God
To whom he had promised his liege.

Still striving for a survivor’s crown
He was knocked down to rise once more
Undefeated with head held high
Now taller than he was before.
He built himself a fortress strong
A foil against the hounds of war
And massed together shields and armor
Then dropped the cross-bars on the door.

When it’s the will of gods and men
Masada will not fall again.

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