"Dr. Naomi Wolf, you are correct"
In ancient scrolls and texts of old,
Where sacred tales of yore are told,
A promise etched in words divine,
A land of milk, of honey, wine.
Yet, here’s a truth we must unveil,
Beyond the surface, deeper sail.
For in those pages, wisdom's light,
Reveals a truth both bold and bright.
Dr. Naomi Wolf, with courage vast,
Through labyrinths of lore has passed.
She casts a light on what’s been veiled,
A truth that’s often been curtailed.
Not bound by birth or bloodline's claim,
The covenant is more than name.
Not etnicity nor birthright’s grace,
But actions show one’s rightful place.
God spoke not of an exclusive land,
Nor etched in stone by His own hand.
He spoke of hearts, of deeds aligned,
With justice, mercy, kindness kind.
“Visit the captive, heal the weak,
Show love to those who seek and speak.
Welcome the stranger, heed their plight,
With justice’s flame and compassion’s light.”
Thus, not by birth do we belong,
But by our acts, we sing the song.
A song of justice, love, and care,
Of standing up and being fair.
In Genesis, Exodus, Deut’s plea,
The land’s a gift of dignity.
A gift not bound by walls or bars,
But by the light of moral stars.
“Be righteous, kind, and just,” He said,
“To all who dwell, to all who tread.
This land is yours, if you will heed,
The call to serve, the call to lead.”
Thus, the promise rings anew,
For all who seek to be true.
The covenant is clear and bright,
In every act of love and right.
So let’s not claim a land by birth,
But by the deeds that show our worth.
For in the way we treat the poor,
In every heart, a future soars.
Dr. Wolf’s insight, bold and clear,
Brings forth a truth we hold dear.
Not land by lineage or pride,
But by the virtues we abide.
With open hearts, let’s understand,
The land is more than just the sand.
It’s where compassion’s seeds are sown,
In every act, a promise grown.
Embrace the truth, let wisdom guide,
In justice, let our hearts abide.
For in this path, we find our role,
In every act, we touch the soul.