bring me a dish of bitter herbs
and a cup brim-full of sorrow’s tears
bring me the bread no yeast’s disturbed
and the morter of slavery’s fears
bring me the lamb of this passover feast
bring me the fruit of the vine glowing red
bring me the heartache that never has ceased
bring me the hope of the dead
bring me the altar of palpable woe
and the fury unleashed on the only pure heart
bring me the roads where the blameless will go
bring me the veil torn apart
