I AM ZION

By Simon Fischler

I am Zion.

I am the hills of Judah.

I am Zion.

The deep sea blue of the Mediterranean and the green of the Golan rests in my eyes.

I am Zion.

I wear the toughness of the Negev in my skin.

I am Zion.

Do not talk to me of keys to abandoned houses, because the key to the land of Israel lies in my blood-line and in my genes. My key is not some material object! 

I am Zion.

My language speaks for the freedom of the indigenous people of Israel.

I am Zion.

Do not talk to me of Canaanites and Philistines.  Do not talk to me of people I long vanquished for the freedom of my land. You have no connection to them.

I am Zion.

Many have oppressed me in my land, yet I have remained. My brothers and sisters scattered far and wide have always returned.

I am Zion.

Empires have invaded me time and time again: they have come from Rome to Arabia; they have tried to erase me. Yet I have risen again and again like the sun in the east.

I am Zion.

I am time eternal. I gave you the law you follow and I gave you Christ.

I am Zion.

You think you can oppress and defeat me with lies and innuendo. Have you not learned from the history of the world?

I am Zion.

You, who are you? You are Mohammad, you are the oppressive, colonial winds from Arabia and you will break up on my back like the many empires that have come before you!

I am Zion.

I am the people of the land, the Hebrews, the Israelites. I am Abraham, I am Isaac, I am Israel, I am Moses, I am Joshua, I am David and I am Solomon. I AM ISRAEL,

I AM ZION!