Beckon the voices

Beckon the voices of those who didn''t make it.
What do you hear?
What are they telling you?
Those, whose spirits rose in the black smoke of a chimney in a bleak, cold, plain in Poland.
Or from a damp ditch in a forest somewhere in Europe.
What are they telling you?
What are they telling us, in Israel?
To hand over our land as you would hand over your wallet to a thief in the night?
Or to stand proud and defiant and resist?
What do you think those voices are saying?