Here you will find the Poem On The Slaughter of poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Heaven, beg mercy for me! If there is a God in you, a pathway through you to this God - which I have not discovered - then pray for me! For my heart is dead, no longer is there prayer on my lips; all strength is gone, and hope is no more. Until when, how much longer, until when? You, executioner! Here's my neck - go to it, slaughter me! Behead me like a dog, yours is the almighty arm and the axe, and the whole earth is my scaffold - and we, we are the few! My blood is fair game - strike the skull, and murder's blood, the blood of nurslings and old men, will spurt onto your clothes and will never, never be wiped off. And if there is justice - let it show itself at once! But if justice show itself after I have been blotted out from beneath the skies - let its throne be hurled down forever! Let heaven rot with eternal evil! And you, the arrogant, go in this violence of yours, live by your bloodshed and be cleansed by it. And cursed be the man who says: Avenge! No such revenge - revenge for the blood of a little child - has yet been devised by Satan. Let the blood pierce through the abyss! Let the blood seep down into the depths of darkness, and eat away there, in the dark, and breach all the rotting foundations of the earth.
