A New Passover Story

A quick fix in our revolutionary minds.

Make off like a bandit with everyone’s one voice,

And let it be spoken,

And let it be said,

And the people of Egypt cried to the pharaoh,

Let us go.

He would not let go.

So they came to him with an out stretched arm,

And the hand of god-

The voice of a nation.

One voice. (indivisible, one, under god, one)

And at once he was removed,

Moved from office, From power, from nation.

Let him be like his son,

(like father like son, son like father)

Let him flee from this place.

Over, though, around,

The red sea, the sea of blood.

This Passover we say,

“Mah Nish-ta-nah Ha Lilah ha ze?”

(what is different on this night?)

Our answer is inexplicable,

We are not the ones who flee,

Not us. Not the oppressed. No.

The Pharaoh is the one who flees from Egypt.

This time he is the one to go.

Unlike any Passover story ever heard.

Author's Note

help please. Any and all critiques are welcome.

Reviews

[Amy Vaughn]

"Let him be like his son,
(like father like son, son like father)
Let him flee from this place."

And I love the ending. Sigh. I love all of your work. I'm getting tired of saying I love this and that. Hehehee. Just kidding. I will forever love your writing and you. come home!!!