Rabbi’s Purim, not so funny Rap
Haman, your hatred rings through the ages
You fill our story with violent pages
Always on your knees begging for power
Nothing means anything to you except for your honor
Your only goal, to bask in your own glory
No one and nothing else matters except your story
You use everyone to serves your needs
Your only litmus test is your own filthy greed
The weak among us find courage in the fight back,
They know not the dead end, of that train wreck
it is ever so easy to return the violent indifference
But the bullet shot will only rickashay in this instance
You seep your sour into the psyche of our soul
Always taking from the spirit as your intended goal
Being hated confuses the mind and drains the spirit of imagination
Leaving us wandering aimlessly with no destination
So some will drink and bury their wisdom
screaming for vengeance and pounding on Haman
But drinking and vengeance never did a lick of good
Hatred brings more hatred from the steps where it stood
it only turns the world back towards the ignorance of dark
with never a chance for a higher calling from the heart
Enough of beauty contests and little girls given over to kings
no this is not our story, at least not from me.
How can we be freed from those memories that tear us asunder?
How do we again, return to a state of wonder?
Of what life could possibly be
A world where all are imagined as free
How do we rise above and bring love into this equation?
How do we cultivate our own maturation?
This is no call for simplistic ignorance,
Shutting our eyes cannot replicate innocence
No, instead, how do we fight the will to hurt back?
How do we pull more from our souls than the hunger of the pack?
The boundaries of vengeance create a little world indeed
Follow the thread to the real source of your need
It’s a hunger for meaning wide and expanding
A closet of hatred is not worth your standing
Haman, what a legacy you leave behind
We will not do the same, I have come to remind
Our legacy is the fight to freedom
No ghetto to hold us inside of your treason
We say no, there will be no blotting out of your memory of hate
That is not how God’s spirit relates
Instead we will be what you never were
Your anger in time will become a blur
We will be humans of integrity, authentic and true
We will carry on the the legacy of what it means to be a Jew
So on Purim, we dance and we let it all go
It is mixed with tears for the suffering long ago
Yet we will stand together committed to the right
But it is with weapons of goodness alone that we fight.
Purim comes to teach the most valuable wise
Vengeance is violence and it repeats the ties
Break that tie, undo it to good
God will do what God should
But you and I have to break that cycle of hate
That’s no longer a sentiment that’s allowed in this gate.
Hag Sameach
Rabbi Kozlow
