There is a Word

There is a word which
I desperately hate, 
Both of itself, and
For what it means.

Invented in anticipation, 
Back then so crudely
Antiseptic, as the 
Antidote 

To the inevitable
Antagonism that the
Word itself would 
Breed, birthing

Its antithesis, and mine
Deep antipathy.  I’d
Rather we call the thing
What it truly is, not

The politic euphemism
With its seeming “science”
‘Tis the history of the word, 
That lets folk mix up

A meaning: I’m sad to
Say it.  Jew-hate.  Simple,
‘Antisemitism’ so seemingly
Proper.  The word lacks the

Raw anger, the raw rage, 
The raw screaming maw 
Of what we need call it:
Jew-hate. 

And those steeped in it,
Reveling in it, those that try
To name with another 
Polite euphemism,

The ‘anti-zionists’, don’t deceive
Me.  Let me call it what it is.
Only by naming it can we
Defeat it.  

Jew-haters be damned!
Am Yisrael chai v’kayam 
The People Israel lives and prospers,
Ever and forever, thank God.