In the City of Slaughter
A Poem about the 1903 Kishinev progrom
by Chaim Bialik
Of Hasmoneans lay, with trembling knees,
Concealed and coweringthe sons of the Maccabees!
The seed of saints, the scions of the lions!
Who, crammed by scores in all the sanctuaries of their shame,
So sanctified My name!
It was the flight of mice they fled,
The scurrying of roaches was their flight;
They died like dogs, and they were dead!
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