A Rusiyeh Is Coming

A Rusiyeh is coming
in bubbe’s knish

slim prayers are smiling
against morning fish

The Moshiach is coming
in marketplace pans

all set to sizzle
in bialy soft hands

The Rebbe is coming
in Shloymele’s hair

good thing his peyes
are corn light and fair

The Toyrah is coming
my chazan keeps slipping

our gabbi is drenched
the bima keeps dripping

The loshn is coming
with allemann feeling

telling tales of shlimazls
in a poor house appealing

And this warfare did come
in life’s humble breath

in denial of nature
in disruption of death