Israel

Israel is a Zionist nation,

That reflects the majority's vision,

I will not engage in its negation,

I respect the voters' clear decision.


But minorities are important, too,

As your Prime Minister I know it's so,

You have a vision that for you is true,

If your dream won't hurt us, I won't say no.


Secular, orthodox, binational,

Statelets devoted to innovation,

Self-government is what is rational,

The future lies in confederation.


May you live by what your vision commands,

May we be a light unto all the lands.



















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