Na Nach the Battle Cry
Na Nach the Battle Cry by: Yeruchum
stagger through the streets of Manhattan, on my way home from work.
My back is hunched and my mind confounded, as I think about my day at
the hard degrading job I have. I am literally dragging my body around;
all my strength has left me. My head feels stuffed; my thoughts swirl
around me uncontrollably. There is a migraine developing on the side
of my head. I feel demons hovering all over me.
It is so hard, I am so weak, how much longer can I takes it. And the
Klipat call out "Come to us, come back…."
I am starting to loose it.
My mind races to last weekend. I sat in a room fasting, studying Torah. All my coworkers were in Florida, committing every sin in the book. Where did it get me, Nowhere! I am almost as wasted as when I started, they are still eating me for breakfast, lunch and supper!
"We will give you energy, we will give you life."
I am losing… I can't stand up much longer.
I am bleeding.
NA NACH NACHMA NACHMAN MUMAN
I jerk my head down, forcing my eyes on the floor and continue walking.