In nineteen hundred forty five Among the Jews who were left alive There came a visionary man Who turned his wrath into a plan Abba Kovner was his name As a partisan he earned his fame He was a Vilna rebel Jew A poet warrior through & through He met some surviving ghetto fighters Zionists & socialists conspired They gathered in a Lublin flat & round the kitchen table sat They gave themselves a Hebrew name & with this word they did proclaim That vengeance is what God would will, Were there a Sod, & so they’d kill Six million Germans… You might say it was insane That it was misdirected pain They didn’t want the war to end They wanted one thing, Nakam: Revenge For every Jew the Nazis gassed For every racist law they passed For every wrong that wasn’t right For all the dead Nakam would fight They formed a band of forty strong To straighten out what had been wrong They chose to poison water mains Just as the Jews of old were blamed In Nuremberg & Hamburg town Their agents worked the underground They took up jobs by the riverside & waited for the poison to arrive & Kovner went to Tel Aviv To see what help he could receive But the Haganah did not agree To join in his conspiracy Six million Germans… You might say it wasn’t right An eye for an eye leaves all without sight They didn’t want to make amends They wanted one thing, Nakam: Revenge So Abba Kovner headed back With vials of poison in his sack Upon an English navy ship But to his plan the Brits were tipped They took him …
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