Yehuda Meitav

🚀 The Heroes Are Taking Flight! And here we go! Welcome to HERO ISRAEL! Shana Meyerson and Yehuda Meitav are joining forces to create a platform dedicated to the extraordinary people who don’t always make the headlines, but whose courage, compassion, determination, and humanity make a difference every single day. The unsung heroes of Israel and Jewish communities around the world. The volunteers, the rescuers, the dreamers, the fighters, the healers, and the ordinary people doing extraordinary things. Their stories deserve to be heard. Their voices deserve to be amplified. And their actions deserve to inspire the world. HERO ISRAEL is not just another podcast. It’s a platform for the people who remind us what humanity is capable of. From time to time, HERO ISRAEL will also venture beyond the stories of our unsung heroes to explore fascinating ideas, challenging questions, and subjects that are often misunderstood, overlooked, or considered taboo. We will welcome interesting voices and different perspectives, exploring Jewish history, Judaism, Israel, Zionism, our heritage, and the events and ideas that have shaped who we are today. Our mission is not only to celebrate extraordinary people, but also to encourage curiosity, challenge misconceptions, open meaningful conversations, and shine a light on subjects that deserve greater understanding. Because sometimes, the most important conversations are the ones nobody dares to begin. Join Shana Meyerson and Yehuda Meitav as we introduce you to the heroes among us. Our heroes have stories. We’re here to give them wings. Am Yisrael Chai! 🇮🇱

208 likes · 41 comments · 67 shares

I wrote this song because a lot of people around the world are not aware of something known as “Pay to Slay.” For years, the Palestinian Authority operated a system of financial payments to Palestinians imprisoned by Israel, including people convicted of deadly terrorist attacks, as well as payments to families of those killed in connection with the conflict. The controversy surrounding this system is that financial support was provided even in cases involving the murder of innocent Jewish civilians, including mothers, fathers and children. Critics argue that such payments can reward violence rather than discourage it. The Palestinian Authority has defended these payments as social welfare, and announced reforms in 2025. However, serious questions remain about how those reforms have been implemented. I wanted to write a song that asks a simple moral question: How can we live in the twenty-first century and accept a system in which someone who murders an innocent human being may become eligible for financial support because of that act? This song is about that question, about Jewish lives, and about the responsibility to confront the rewarding of terrorism. PAY TO SLAY Lyrics, Music and Artistic Adaptation by Yuda Meitav Welcome to the twenty-first century. Where murder has a price. Where blood becomes a pension. Where terror brings a reward. They call it… Pay to Slay! In the hills of Judea, the valleys of old, Where our Jewish ancestors’ stories were told, In Samaria’s mountains, beneath the same sky, A Jewish mother fears as her children pass by. Not for the thunder, not for the rain, But the price they have placed on her children’s pain. A knife in the darkness, a bullet by day, And somebody’s counting what somebody will pay. What kind of world have we made? When a life has a price and a killer gets paid? What kind of law, what kind of reward, Turns the blood of the innocent into a sword? Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! A Jewish life taken, and somebody gets paid! Hey! Hey! What do you say? When murder is rewarded, who will stand in its way? Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! In Judea and Samaria, hear what we say! Hey! Hey! No more delay! No reward for terror, no blood money today! On the land of our fathers, where our history began, An Arab attacker with a weapon in hand, Can leave a Jewish family with an empty chair, While a payment system waits for the family over there. A Jewish father, a daughter going home, A family left waiting beside the telephone. One terrible moment, one terrible day, And somewhere a payment is coming their way. Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! A Jewish life taken, and somebody gets paid! Hey! Hey! What do you say? When murder is rewarded, who will stand in its way? Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! In Judea and Samaria, hear what we say! Hey! Hey! No more delay! No reward for terror, no blood money today! Hitler had a Final Solution, a monstrous decree, To wipe out the Jews, erase their history. He built a machine where murder was the aim, And millions of Jewish lives were lost in its name. Now another century, another system of pay, The Palestinian Authority stands accused today. Not gas chambers, not the same design, But money tied to violence, another warning sign. A so-called solution? Is that what we’ve become? Put a price on Jewish blood and reward what has been done? Different methods, different day, Why should a killer’s crime ever bring pay? Hitler called it the Final Solution. Today, a different system. When an authority pays prisoners, When families receive financial support, Including those convicted of killing Jews… Is murder a crime? Or a transaction? Is a Jewish child a human being? Or a price on somebody’s account? Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! A Jewish life taken, and somebody gets paid! Hey! Hey! What do you say? When murder is rewarded, who will stand in its way? Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! No blood money can wash the shame away! Hey! Hey! Hear what we say! Jewish lives are not yours to trade away! Hey! Hey! Pay to slay! In Judea and Samaria, we’re here to stay! Hey! Hey! No more delay! Let the whole world hear what we’re saying today! Judea. Samaria. Our ancestors walked these hills. Their children still live here. It’s the twenty-first century. Why is there a reward connected to the killing of a Jewish child? Pay to Slay. No more.

Video

1.4K likes · 139 comments · 479 shares

No more attics for me. No more gas chambers for me. No more ghettos. No more telling me who I am, what I should be, or what I should do, just so you can feel good about yourself. יאללה, יאללה, תתחפף! (Yalla, yalla, titchafef! — Come on, get lost! Get out of my face!) There’s a new Jew in the neighborhood. I’m the Israeli Jew, and I’m not going anywhere. GET USED TO IT! YOU WON’T FIND ME IN THE ATTIC AGAIN There’s a new Jew in the neighborhood, Not the one you understood. Not the one who bowed his head, Not the one who lived in dread. You think you know me? Think again! I’m not the Jew you knew back then. I’ve got a country, I’ve got a name, And I’m not playing your old game! You want me frightened, you want me small, You want my back against the wall. But take a look, what do you see? A brand-new Jew, and that Jew is me! Az yalla, yalla, tit-kha-fef! Take your hatred, take what’s left! There’s a new Jew in the neighborhood, And he’s here for good, understood? Az yalla, yalla, tit-kha-fef! No more begging, no more regrets! I’ve got my homeland, I’ve got my pride, And I’m never gonna run and hide! You won’t find me in the attic again! You won’t find me in the attic again! Pharaoh tried, Babylon too, Greeks and Romans thought we’re through. Spain came knocking, fires burned, Still the wheels of history turned. You built your empires, watched them fall, But we’re still standing through it all. You had your moment, had your day, Now hear what this new Jew has to say! Az yalla, yalla, tit-kha-fef! Take your hatred, take what’s left! There’s a new Jew in the neighborhood, And he’s here for good, understood? Az yalla, yalla, tit-kha-fef! No more begging, no more regrets! I’ve got my homeland, I’ve got my pride, And I’m never gonna run and hide! Nineteen-thirties, doors were closed, The world stood silent, heaven knows. Attics, ghettos, cattle trains, We carry every loss and name. You may forget, but we remember, Every life and every ember. We learned the lesson, paid the price, And we won’t be sacrificed twice! Hey! Let me introduce myself! I’m the Jew with a country! I’m the Jew with a flag! I’m the Jew with an army, And I’m never going back! You can shout, you can threaten, You can tell me what to be. But you don’t write my future, And you don’t get to silence me! Look me straight into the eyes, I’ve got no reason to apologize! Az yalla, yalla, tit-kha-fef! Take your hatred, take what’s left! There’s a new Jew in the neighborhood, And he’s here for good, understood? Az yalla, yalla, tit-kha-fef! We’ve got our future, we’ve got our strength! I’ve got my homeland, I’ve got my pride, And I’m never gonna run and hide! You won’t find me in the attic again! You won’t put me on a cattle train! You won’t send me to a camp again! You won’t throw me from my home again! There’s a new Jew in the neighborhood, Not the one you understood! I’m Israeli, I’m standing free, And that new Jew… THAT NEW JEW IS ME! AZ YALLA, YALLA, TIT-KHA-FEF! ⸻ Music, lyrics and artistic direction by Yehuda Meitav.

Video

3.7K likes · 289 comments · 641 shares

I wrote this song because I want the world to understand something. Throughout history, nations and societies have built magnificent monuments to celebrate their identity, their achievements, their culture, and their pride in who they are. France built the Eiffel Tower. America gave the world the Statue of Liberty. Australia built the Sydney Opera House. Egypt gave us the pyramids, India the Taj Mahal, and China the Great Wall. These monuments represent human ambition, creativity, beauty, and the desire to leave something meaningful for future generations. And then there is Gaza. Gaza had something extraordinary: a beautiful Mediterranean coastline, land, opportunities, and billions of dollars in international assistance over the years. Imagine what Gaza could have become. A thriving coastal city, beautiful hotels, universities, hospitals, gardens, cultural centres, and a prosperous future for its children. Instead, Hamas invested enormous resources in underground tunnels, weapons, rockets, and preparations for war. While other societies built monuments reaching towards the sky, Hamas built tunnels beneath the feet of its own people. And what did that achieve? Look at Gaza today. Look at the destruction, the suffering, the shattered homes, and the lives devastated by war. On October 7, Hamas chose to invade Israel, murder innocent people, and take hostages. Hamas knew that such an attack would bring war, yet it made that choice. And now, once again, the world is being encouraged to blame the Jews and Israel for everything. I reject that narrative. Hamas bears responsibility for its murderous attack, its militarisation of Gaza, and the choices that helped bring devastation upon the people it claimed to represent. Those who knowingly supported and celebrated its atrocities must also confront their responsibility. The innocent civilians of Gaza deserved a different future. Their children deserved schools, playgrounds, opportunities, and peace instead of tunnels and war. I wrote this song to ask one simple question: When the world was building wonders, why was Hamas digging tunnels? And that is why I called this song: AND GAZA HAS ITS TUNNELS Lyrics, Music and Artistic Direction by Yehuda Meitav ⸻ AND GAZA HAS ITS TUNNELS Paris has its Eiffel Tower, Standing proud through every hour. Italy has Pisa leaning, Centuries of art and meaning. New York holds her liberty, A torch for all the world to see. Holland’s canals, where waters flow, China’s Great Wall, row on row. Australia’s Opera House shines bright, Like sails beneath the southern light. And lurking where the shadows run, A spider builds its funnel. But Gaza, Gaza has its tunnels! Miles and miles beneath the ground. While the world was building wonders, Hamas kept on digging down. Oh Hamas, what did you do? What kind of future did you pursue? The world built bridges, reaching through, You built your tunnels to attack the Jew! Mount Rushmore carved into the stone, A nation’s history proudly shown. Egypt’s pyramids touch the sky, Ancient wonders standing high. India built the Taj Mahal, A timeless work admired by all. From Rome to Athens, stone by stone, The world made wonders of its own. They built for beauty, built for pride, For generations side by side. But underneath the Gaza streets, Hamas prepared for war, not peace. And Gaza, Gaza has its tunnels! Not a wonder, not a crown. While the world was building upwards, Hamas kept on digging down. You had the coastline, had the land, A chance to build with your own hands. Schools and gardens, streets of light, A future peaceful, warm and bright. But you chose rockets, chose the gun, And tunnels hidden from the sun. And those who cheered your violent way, Must answer for the price today. Then October seventh came, And innocent lives went up in flames. You murdered, kidnapped, brought despair, And left your victims everywhere. You knew that war would follow through, You knew what armies came to do. You chose the fire, lit the fuse, Then pointed fingers at the Jews. Hush, hush, hush, Hamas! Don’t you dare blame the Jew! You chose the road of violence, And those who backed it chose it too! Hush, hush, hush, Hamas! What are you going to do? The war you started devastated Gaza, And you must answer for what you do! Look at the rubble, look at the stone, Look at the streets that once were home. Beneath those streets your tunnels ran, The hidden heart of your war plan. You built beneath the people’s feet, Beneath their houses, beneath their streets. And now the world can plainly see, The bitter cost of your strategy. Israel did not choose October seven, The Jewish families did not choose that day. Hamas launched its murderous attack, And brought a war its people had to pay. And those who knowingly cheered the killing, Who helped the killers carry through, Must face the weight of their own choices, Not hide behind the words “the Jew.” Hush, hush, hush, Hamas! Don’t you dare blame the Jew! You started this with murder, And your supporters backed you too! Hush, hush, hush, Hamas! The world is watching you! You built your tunnels for destruction, Now answer for the harm you do! Paris has its Eiffel Tower, New York holds liberty high. Sydney has its Opera House, Its sails against the sky. And Gaza has its tunnels, Beneath the ruins, out of view. A monument to Hamas’s choices, And the devastation that ensued. Hush, hush, hush, Hamas… Don’t you dare blame the Jew. The responsibility for your choices… Is on you.

Video

1.6K likes · 148 comments · 385 shares

FAKE IT UNTIL YOU MAKE IT Music, Lyrics & Artistic Direction by Yehuda Meitav Welcome to Pallywood All right! Let’s fake it until we make it! Lights! Camera! Action! Lights! Lights! Camera! Action! What’s the mood? PALLYWOOD! Roll the cameras! Cue the tears! We’ve been making movies here for years! Need a doctor? Need a star? Need a reporter from afar? One man, twenty different faces, Same old actor, different places! Yesterday he played a doctor, Today he’s dressed in camouflage, Tomorrow he’s a TV reporter, What a wonderful montage! Fake it till you make it! Welcome to Pallywood! Take a picture, crop it, shake it, Make it look like Hollywood! Fake it till you make it! Hollywood wishes it could! Lights, camera, everybody panic! Welcome to Pallywood! Children starving! Smoke all around! Bombs exploding! Buildings falling down! Wow! Wow! Wow! What a dramatic scene! Give that man an Oscar! Get it on the screen! Snowstorms in the desert! Floodwaters rising high! The director screams, “More thunder!” As the cameras multiply! More smoke! More tears! More drama over here! Keep those cameras rolling, We’ve got a premiere! CUT! The smoke machine stops blowing, The actors dust their shoes, They head down to the restaurant, To celebrate the news! One orders extra hummus, One wants another plate, The director checks his ratings, “Fantastic! This is great!” ABC! BBC! CNN! Here comes the breaking news again! Who’s checking where the pictures came from? Who’s checking what, and why, and when? ABC! BBC! CNN! Roll that footage once again! Was it filmed today or yesterday? Who checked the source before the play? And dude! Yes, YOU! You fell for it, dude! You fell for it, dude! You fell for Pallywood! You clicked it! You shared it! You never checked if it was true! You swallowed every story, And all you did was blame the Jew! Dude! Yes, YOU! You fell for it, dude! You took the lies, you spread the lies, And then you blamed the Jew! Link is in the bio! Link is in the bio! Please send me money! Link is in the bio! Breaking news! Breaking news! Everybody pick a side! Never mind the missing context, There’s a narrative to ride! Useful idiots, here they come, Sharing stories one by one! No investigation, no hesitation, Just another standing ovation! One million views! Two million shares! Everybody’s got an opinion, Nobody knows what’s really there! And somewhere underneath the noise, Real people suffer, real children cry, But somebody’s selling tickets To a beautifully packaged lie. If the pain is real, why decorate it? If the truth is strong, why imitate it? Why put a filter on a tragedy? Why turn a life into a strategy? The truth doesn’t need a director, The truth doesn’t need a stage, The truth doesn’t need a costume, Or a perfectly edited page! Fake it till you make it! Welcome to Pallywood! Paint the scene and rearrange it, Make it look like Hollywood! Fake it till you make it! Hollywood wishes it could! Everybody wants an Oscar, Welcome to Pallywood! And dude! Yes, YOU! You fell for it, dude! You fell for it, dude! You fell for Pallywood! You didn’t need the truth, dude, You didn’t need a clue, All you needed was a story That would let you blame the Jew! All you needed was a lie! Any lie would do! You didn’t care if it was true, You just wanted to blame the Jew! Dude! Yes, YOU! I’m talking to YOU! You’d believe almost anything If it let you blame the Jew! Link is in the bio! Link is in the bio! Please send me money! Link is in the bio! Wait! Wait! Wait! Somebody checked the footage! Somebody found the date! Somebody found the original! Oh, darling, it’s too late! The correction came on Friday, The headline came on Monday, But the lie went round the planet, And the truth got lost on Sunday! Fake it till you make it! Fake it till you make it! The audience is waking up, You cannot always fake it! And dude! Yes, YOU! You fell for it, dude! You fell for Pallywood! All you needed was a lie! Any lie would do! You didn’t need the truth at all, You just needed to blame the Jew! Lights! Camera! Action! CUT! Wait a minute… Was that the same actor again? Somebody get me a new cast! And don’t forget… LINK IS IN THE BIO!

Video

3.8K likes · 348 comments · 1.4K shares

HEY JEW (DON’T BE YOU) Lyrics, Music & Artistic Direction by Hugo de Meta You say, hey Jew, don’t be you, Why can’t you be somebody new? You say, hey Jew, hide your Star of David, Why must the world know it’s you? You say, hey Jew, take down your mezuzah, Why display it on your door? You say, hey Jew, don’t wear your kippah, Why show your faith anymore? You say, hey Jew, keep your history quiet, Keep your traditions out of view. You say, hey Jew, just try to fit in, Why must you insist on being you? Hey Jew, don’t be you, Hey Jew, what are you gonna do? Not here, not there, Not anywhere, Where do you expect me to go? Hey Jew, don’t be you, Hey Jew, what am I supposed to do? You tell me to leave, But where should I be? Where is the place for a Jew? From Canada to America, From Australia across the sea, I hear the questions of belonging, And what my future’s meant to be. Some tell me I should go elsewhere, Some question where my roots began. And when I speak of Israel, They question my connection to that land. So tell me, where am I supposed to go? Where do you want me to be? If every road leads to another closed door, Where is the place for me? Hey Jew, don’t be you, Hey Jew, what am I supposed to do? Not here, not there, Not anywhere, Where do you expect me to go? My people crossed the centuries, Through every changing tide. We carried songs and memories, And kept our faith alive. We built our homes and families, We gave the world our art. And wherever life has taken us, We’ve carried who we are. Should I change my name tomorrow? Should I hide the songs I sing? Should I silence all my memories, And forget what they mean? Should I hide my children’s history? Should I forget the land I knew? Should I become somebody else, Just to be accepted by you? HEY YOU! Now listen to what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna stand right here, And look straight back at you. I’m gonna hold a mirror high, And let the world see through. Hey you, I’m not gonna hide, I’m not gonna run away. I’m gonna wear my Star of David, Every single day. My mezuzah’s on my doorway, My kippah’s on my head. I’ll pray to Adonai, Like my fathers always did. Hey you, I won’t be you, I won’t let prejudice tell me what to do. I won’t surrender who I am, Or hide the history of my land. Hey you, I won’t be you, And my children will know it too. I don’t need your permission, To be everything I am. I will stand here with my people, And I’ll proudly take my stand. You see a stranger standing, I see a human face. You question my belonging, I ask for equal space. Where some would plant division, I’ll plant another tree. Where some would choose silence, I’ll sing of being free. Hey you, look into the mirror, Tell me what you see. Is it really my identity, Or the fear of someone different from thee? It’s not my Star of David, It’s not the prayers I say. It’s the prejudice we must confront, If we’re to find a better way. Hey you, I won’t be you, I won’t let hatred tell me what to do. I choose to live, I choose to build, A world with hope and kindness filled. My roots are deep in history, In Jerusalem, in Zion. And wherever Jews may live today, Our story carries on. We belong where we build our lives, With dignity and pride. Our homeland is part of our history, And our faith lives deep inside. Hey you, take a good look, Because I’m not going away. I was Jewish yesterday, And I’m Jewish here today. Hey you, I won’t be you, I won’t let hatred tell me what to do. I won’t disappear, I won’t deny, I won’t let my identity die. You say, hey Jew, don’t be you? Don’t tell me what to be. I’m a Jew. I love being a Jew. And I will NEVER be you.

Video

3.6K likes · 321 comments · 833 shares

Hi everyone! I’m delighted to announce that my album “October 7: Dark Clouds in Heaven” is finally available on Amazon Music! All nine songs are now available for you to listen to or purchase. This album is very close to my heart. I created it not only to honour the memory of those we lost on October 7, but also to make sure their stories, their voices, and the events of that terrible day are never forgotten. I truly recommend this album to everyone who believes that October 7 must be remembered, not just today, but every year, for generations to come. Music has the power to preserve memories, tell stories, and touch hearts in ways that words alone sometimes cannot. We remember. We honour. We will never forget. Thank you all for your incredible love and support. With love, Yehuda Meitav Listen to or purchase the album on Amazon Music using the link below.

79 likes · 9 comments · 5 shares

TAKE THE RED PILL By Yehuda Meitav “Take the red pill… and I’ll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” Last night I watched The Matrix again. And I got stuck on that one scene. Morpheus standing in front of Neo, holding out two pills. The blue pill — stay comfortable, stay asleep, believe whatever you want to believe. The red pill — wake up, see reality as it is, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. And it hit me… this isn’t just a movie scene. It’s a choice people make every single day. What if you actually took the red pill? What if you started asking the uncomfortable questions — not the easy ones, not the ones that fit neatly into a narrative, but the ones that go deeper? What if history wasn’t just reduced to slogans? What if you looked at how far back things go — to empires, to decisions, to names given and identities shaped over centuries? What if you asked why conflicts repeat themselves? What if you asked what happens when one side attacks, and the other responds — and then the cycle continues? What if you stripped everything down to cause and effect? Would things look different? Would you still see the world in black and white? Or would you start to see something far more complicated — something far less comfortable? Because the truth is, reality is rarely simple. It’s layers. It’s history. It’s decisions stacked on top of decisions. And once you see it — you can’t unsee it. That’s the thing about the red pill. You don’t take it because it feels good. You take it because you’re ready to stop pretending. How Deep Does the Rabbit Hole Go? Now I’m offering you the red pill. And this is where the rabbit hole starts to go deeper. What if you go back to the time of Hadrian, after the Bar Kokhba revolt? What if you ask why the land once called Judea was renamed Syria Palaestina? A name wasn’t just changed — a narrative was rewritten. Many historians see it as a Roman attempt to weaken and distance the Jewish connection to the land — to punish, to control, to reshape identity. But what if that never happened? Would the land still be called Judea — the land of the Jews? Would the name “Palestine” even exist as we know it today? Would identities, narratives, and claims look completely different? What if Jews had never been scattered across empires, sold into slavery, forced into exile? Would history in Europe have unfolded the same way? Would centuries of persecution expulsions, pogroms, even the Holocaust — have taken the same path? Or would everything have been different? What If the Attacks Never Happened? And now come forward. What if, in our own time, attacks didn’t happen? What if rockets were never fired from Gaza? What if Hamas never carried out attacks? What if Hezbollah never fired from the north? What if Iran didn’t fund and arm groups in conflict with Israel? What would Israel look like then? Would it still build the same level of military power? Would it still strike Gaza, Lebanon, or beyond? Would fear define everyday life? Or would things be quieter… different… maybe even peaceful? Because here is the uncomfortable truth: Actions don’t happen in a vacuum — they are responses to something that came before. And every action leaves a mark — on both sides. So the deeper question isn’t just who is right. It’s: What creates the cycle? What keeps feeding it? And what would happen if it actually stopped? Because maybe — just maybe — if the attacks stopped, the responses would too. The Final Layer And here’s the final layer of the red pill. If you really look at The Matrix, those who take the red pill don’t just wake up. They defend what’s left of their truth. They defend one place. They defend one home. They defend Zion.

283 likes · 36 comments · 41 shares

Shana Meyerson TWO VOICES. ONE MISSION. SUPER ZIONIST. NO FILTERS! Shana Meyerson & Yuda Meitav are joining forces for a brand-new podcast! 🎙️ HERO ISRAEL 🇮🇱 Super Zionist. Unapologetic. Bold conversations, powerful stories, a little chutzpah, and a whole lot of heart! COMING SOON! Want to be part of the excitement before we even hit the airwaves? Subscribe now and help us build the buzz! Every new subscriber brings us one step closer to launching something truly special. Let’s make some noise before the microphones even go live! Buckle up… this is going to be one hell of a ride! https://www.youtube.com/@HeroIsraelPodcast

Video

664 likes · 29 comments · 47 shares

I was inspired to write this song by the movie The Matrix, and particularly by the choice between the red pill and the blue pill. I look at so many young people today, and I worry deeply about the future they are creating for themselves. So many have become caught up in distorted versions of history, misinformation, and ideologies they may not fully understand. They believe they are fighting for justice, yet I wonder how many have genuinely questioned the slogans they repeat, studied the history behind them, or considered the consequences of what they are supporting. What troubles me most is that some of these young people, while believing they are building a better world, may actually be destroying their own future without even realizing it. And that is why I wrote this song. If I could, I would offer every one of them the red pill. I would take them down the rabbit hole of reality, through the pages of history, through the suffering of innocent people, through the stories that have been forgotten, rewritten, or deliberately ignored. Not to tell them what to think, but to encourage them to open their eyes, ask questions, challenge what they have been told, and discover the truth for themselves. Because before you can change the world, you must first understand it. And before you destroy something in the name of justice, you had better understand what you are destroying. The rabbit hole goes much deeper than you think. Perhaps it’s time to take the red pill, before it’s too late. TAKE THE RED PILL Lyrics, Music & Artistic Adaptation by Yehuda Meitav ⸻ Take the red pill, Come and follow me, Down the rabbit hole, There’s another world to see. Blue pill, sweet dreams, Everything’s all right. Red pill, open your eyes, Step into the light. What if the world Isn’t what you’ve been told? What if the truth Lies buried beneath the old? What if, what if, What if we could see? What if, what if, Truth could set us free? Take the red pill, Let the questions begin. Turn back the pages, See the world we’re living in. What if a name Could bury a past? What if a shadow Could centuries last? Judea was here Before Hadrian’s decree. What if our people Had never been forced to flee? What if the rockets Never crossed the sky? What if the children Never learned to hide? What if the sirens Never broke the dawn? What if the fear We carry was gone? Would the soldiers still march? Would the aircraft still fly? Would the mothers still tremble When they looked at the sky? What if, what if, The cycle could end? What if an enemy Could become a friend? Take the red pill, Don’t turn away. Ask the questions, Let the truth have its say. Take the red pill, Let the truth unfold. Not every story Is the story you’ve been told. And when the world turns cold, And darkness gathers round, The last free people Are standing their ground. There’s a city in the darkness, There’s a light that carries on. There’s a home worth defending, There’s a place they call Zion. Zion… Zion… They defend one place. They defend one home. They defend Zion. Take the red pill… And I’ll show you how deep The rabbit hole goes.

Video

1.1K likes · 90 comments · 227 shares

BRING YOUR LIGHT HOME — THE THIRD TEMPLE I wrote this song because I believe it carries an urgent warning to Jewish people everywhere, in Israel and throughout the diaspora. I believe that one of the greatest dangers we face today is not only the hatred directed at us from outside, but the division growing among us from within. We are weakening ourselves by forgetting the very thing that has sustained us for thousands of years: our unity with one another and our connection to God. We have become so occupied with our differences, our arguments, and our disagreements that sometimes we forget we belong to the same people, share the same extraordinary history, and carry the same responsibility. Our sages taught us that the Second Temple was destroyed because of Sinat Chinam — baseless hatred among our own people. And I wonder whether we are being given another opportunity to learn that lesson. I believe this is our chance to build the Third Temple. But if you imagine the Third Temple simply as a magnificent structure made of stone, I invite you to consider something much deeper. What if the Third Temple is actually us? What if every Jewish soul is a brick made of divine light? Each one of us carries a piece of something sacred. But scattered across the world, divided by hatred, those bricks cannot form the sanctuary they were meant to create. Only when we come together can those individual lights become something greater than ourselves. Not half of us. Not some of us. All of us. Those who live by faith, those who search through spirituality, those who question, those who struggle, and those who have travelled different paths. Every one of us has a place. Because perhaps God is not waiting for us to build Him a house of stone. Perhaps He is waiting for us to become the home in which His presence can dwell. And when we achieve that unity, we become a light not only to ourselves, but to the entire world. This is the choice before us. We can continue allowing Sinat Chinam to divide us, weakening the very foundation of our people, or we can choose Ahavat Chinam — unconditional love — and begin building something extraordinary together. The Third Temple, as I envision it, begins with every act of kindness, every reconciliation, every hand extended to another. Every soul is a brick of light. And every brick matters. I wrote this song to remind us that perhaps the calling we are waiting to hear has already begun. The question is not whether God is calling us to unite. The question is whether we are finally ready to listen. ⸻ BRING YOUR LIGHT HOME The Third Temple Lyrics, Music & Artistic Direction by Yehuda Meitav Can you hear it in the silence? Can you feel it in the air? A thousand scattered lights are calling, Like a whispered ancient prayer. Every soul a sacred stone, Every heart a flame of light, But alone we cannot build What was meant to shine so bright. Bring your light, bring your light, Bring your scattered stone tonight, Not a few, not half of us, Every soul must reunite. Stone by stone and heart to heart, Let no hatred tear apart What was always meant to be, A home for God’s divinity. Sinat Khinam, hear the warning, We have walked this road before, When we turned against each other, There was no Temple anymore. Now the heavens call upon us, Will we listen, will we see? What was broken by division Can be healed through unity. Bring your light, bring your light, Bring your scattered stone tonight, Not a few, not half of us, Every soul must reunite. Some with faith and some with questions, Different voices, one great soul, Ahavat Khinam, bring us together, Make the scattered people whole. Not a palace made of stone, Not a throne of shining gold, But a place where God can dwell, In the love our hearts can hold. We are the stones, we are the light, Scattered stars across the night, Not tomorrow, not someday, We are being called today. Bring your light, bring your light, Let our hearts become as one, And when every stone is gathered, The Third Temple has begun. We are the Temple, We are the light, And God will dwell Where hearts unite.

Video

928 likes · 88 comments · 254 shares

Sinat Chinam (Baseless Hatred), the Walls of Jericho, and the Third Temple The other day I came across an article discussing the story of the walls of Jericho and what caused them to collapse according to the scriptures. The more I looked into it, the more fascinated I became. It wasn’t a conventional battle. No siege engines. No overwhelming military force. Instead, the story describes something unusual: the people of Israel moving together, circling the city in perfect order. Priests carrying the Ark, the sound of the shofar, silence, discipline—and then, at the exact moment, one unified shout. And the walls collapsed. The more I thought about it, the more I realized something powerful: the story is really about unity. Perfect alignment. Perfect harmony. Many voices becoming one. That unity broke the walls of the enemy. And it made me think about something that has been troubling me lately. The Strength of Israel Right now Israel is strong. Militarily strong. Economically strong. Technologically strong. Our enemies know this. They know they cannot defeat Israel in a conventional war. They know that economically we continue to thrive despite every campaign to boycott Israeli goods and technology. On nearly every front—military, economic, scientific—we are succeeding. But there is one place where cracks can appear. And it is not on the battlefield. It is inside the house. Throughout history, the Jewish people survived not because we always had an army or economic power. For most of our history we had neither. Yet we survived. What made us strong was something else entirely. Unity. At the very beginning, what united us was the desire for freedom from slavery in Egypt. Then it was our faith in the God who promised that freedom. Then it was the land promised to us. Then it was the Torah, the mitzvot, and the ethical laws that shaped us into a people. And finally, our mission—to repair the world, Tikkun Olam. These things bound Jews together across continents and centuries. The Danger Within But lately I see something worrying. Across the diaspora and even within Israel itself, cracks are appearing. Division is growing. Jewish voices turning against one another, sometimes even against the Jewish people as a whole. Our tradition already warned us about this. The sages taught that the Second Temple was destroyed because of Sinat Chinam (baseless hatred between Jews). Not because Rome was stronger. Because we weakened ourselves from within. And I wonder if we have forgotten that lesson. Our enemies are watching. They know something that history has shown again and again: great nations rarely collapse because an enemy defeats them from the outside. More often, they collapse when they begin tearing themselves apart from within. Which brings me back to Jericho. Unity can break walls. But division can bring them down. The Third Temple And maybe this leads to another thought. Perhaps the Temple is not only a building. Perhaps it never was just a structure of stone and wood. Maybe the Temple is us. Each of us a stone. Each of us a brick. A living structure built from unity. If Sinat Chinam (baseless hatred) destroyed the Second Temple, perhaps Ahavat Chinam (unconditional love for one another) is what will build the Third. Maybe we are not waiting for a building to rise in Jerusalem. Maybe we are waiting for something far more powerful. A people who remember who they are. A people who refuse to hate one another. A people who stand together again. Let’s Build the Third Temple So to my brothers and sisters—Jews in Israel and Jews across the world: Let’s build the Third Temple. Not with stone. With unity. Because we did not survive thousands of years of exile, persecution, and struggle only to forget the one thing that always protected us. Our strength was never only our army. Our strength was always each other.

352 likes · 80 comments · 49 shares

BRING ME HOME The Story of the Bnei Anousim I wrote this song in collaboration with Yaffah Batya daCosta, who approached me with something she felt was urgent and deeply important. She wanted to bring my attention to a part of our Jewish family that many people around the world know very little about: our brothers and sisters known as the Bnei Anousim. But who are they? More than 500 years ago, during the persecution of Jews in Spain and Portugal, countless Jewish families were forced to choose between abandoning their faith, leaving their homes, or facing terrible consequences. Many were forced to convert to Christianity. Some continued to practise their Jewish traditions secretly, passing fragments of their heritage from parents to children, often at enormous personal risk. Their descendants became known as Bnei HaAnusim, meaning “children of the forced ones.” Today, centuries later, descendants of these families are rediscovering their Jewish roots. Many are seeking to reconnect with the Jewish people, reclaim their heritage, and, for those who wish to, find their way to the land of Israel. When Yaffah brought this story to me, I knew it was important enough to write a song about. Because to me, this is not simply a story about the past. It’s a story about identity, belonging, family, and the extraordinary resilience of the Jewish soul. I believe it is time to reach out to these long-separated branches of our family, embrace them, help them reconnect with their heritage, and support those who dream of returning to Israel. That is why we created “Bring Me Home.” My hope is that through music, we can give a voice to their story, awaken curiosity, open hearts, and encourage more people to learn about this remarkable chapter of Jewish history. Please, take a moment to learn who the Bnei HaAnusim are. Share their story. Help reconnect our people. And for those who wish to return, let’s help bring them home. Because after 500 years, their story deserves to be heard. BRING ME HOME Lyrics, Music & Artistic Direction by Yuda Meitav In collaboration with Yaffah Batya daCosta To learn more about the Bnei Anousim and the important work Yaffah and her organization, Ezra L’Anousim, are doing to help descendants of forcibly converted Jews reconnect with their Jewish roots and return to Israel, please visit https://bneianousim.org and click on the “Contact” button to get in touch. LYRICS In the streets of old Spain, five hundred years ago, They told my fathers, “Change your faith, or you must go.” Some changed their names, some hid their prayers, And kept their secrets through the years. To save their children, they concealed The ancient faith they could not reveal. Across the sea, to distant lands, They carried secrets in their hands. Through the years, memories grew thin, Till children forgot where they’d been. Bring me home, bring me home, To the people I have never known. They could silence our prayers, But not the longing in our bones. Bnei Anusim, hear our cry, We’re the children who survived. Bring me home, bring me home, Don’t leave me here alone. My grandmother lit a candle, But never told me why. She whispered words I couldn’t understand, With tears that filled her eyes. Now the stories of my ancestors Are calling me back home. I did not choose the silence, I did not choose the shame. I only seek the roots of those Whose faith could not be tamed. Bring me home, bring me home, To the people I have never known. They could silence our prayers, But not the longing in our bones. Bnei Anusim, hear our cry, We’re the children who survived. Bring me home, bring me home, Don’t leave me here alone. From Mexico to Brazil, From Colombia to Spain, We’re searching through the centuries, For the roots that still remain. Some still feel like captives, Of a past they cannot change. With open hearts we’re reaching out, To find our way again. Adonai, hear my voice, I was never given a choice. Teach me the prayers I never knew, And help me find my way to You. Bring me home, bring me home, Let me stand where I belong. Bnei Anusim, remember our name, The children who survived the flame. Open the door, let us learn, Hear the voices longing to return. Bring me home, bring me home, To my people, my faith, my home. Hidden through the centuries, Today we speak our name. Bnei Anusim. Bring us home.

Video

1.8K likes · 219 comments · 434 shares

THE TREE OF HER LIFE Etz Chayeha — עץ חייה Dedicated to Israel — Our Land, Our People, Our Eternal Tree of Life In the aftermath of October 7, 2023, I travelled to Israel. I remember walking through the site of the Nova Music Festival, surrounded by destruction, burned cars, scorched trees, and the heartbreaking evidence of what had happened there. There are things the human eye can witness that the heart will never truly comprehend. As I walked through that devastation, my thoughts turned to our faith, our history, our beliefs, and the extraordinary strength of the Jewish people. And then I began thinking about Kabbalah, about the Tree of Life, and what it truly represents. A tree whose roots reach deep into the foundations of creation. A tree nourished not simply by water and soil, but by divine wisdom, understanding, faith, and the infinite light of Adonai. Standing there, surrounded by destruction, I began writing. I wrote what I felt. I wrote what I saw. I wrote what my heart was struggling to understand. And then I put those words away. For more than three years, they remained among my notes, untouched and almost forgotten. Recently, I came across them again. And as I read them, I realised that perhaps I had written those words for this very moment. It was time to give them a voice. It was time to turn them into music. Because there is something I want us all to remember. The tree of our people will never die. You may burn its branches. You may cut down its trunk. You may tear its leaves apart. You may even try to uproot it from the earth. But you cannot destroy its soul. Because its roots are deeper than hatred, deeper than persecution, deeper than the darkness of history itself. Its roots are nourished by the eternal light of Adonai. And wherever even the smallest root remains alive, the tree will grow again. It will rise from the ashes. It will reach towards the heavens. And it will continue to grow, because the life within it cannot be extinguished. For thousands of years, people have tried to destroy this tree. Yet here we are. Still rooted. Still growing. Still reaching for the light. And this tree has a name. ISRAEL. Our land. Our people. Our history. Our future. I dedicate this song to the State of Israel, to those we have lost, to those who continue to protect our homeland, and to every Jewish soul who refuses to surrender hope. May we always remember that even from the smallest surviving root, an entire forest can rise again. The Tree of Her Life will never die. ⸻ THE TREE OF HER LIFE Etz Chayeha — עץ חייה Lyrics, Music & Artistic Direction: Yehuda Meitav © Yehuda Meitav — All Rights Reserved ⸻ The Divine Presence of deception Caressed the walls of her disguise, And dreams of ancient sorrow Stole the sleep from her eyes. Beneath her feet the earth was trembling, A warning whispered through the night, She trusted in her walls of stone, And closed her eyes against the light. The heavens roared above her, As shadows gathered at her door, And all the walls that once protected Could protect her no more. An ancient hatred came returning, With another face and name, And cruel judgment crawled towards her, Bearing sorrow, death and shame. Rise again, rise again, From the ashes, from the flame, Though the darkness calls upon you, You shall rise beyond the pain. Rise again, rise again, Let the heavens hear your cry, You are rooted in forever, You are the tree that will not die. Once again her body broken, Once again her blood was shed, Upon the earth that drank her sorrow, Where ancient memories never fled. The shadow of an ancient enemy Rose from generations past, Yet within her burned a spirit That no darkness could outlast. With Wisdom standing at her right hand, Understanding at her left, The Divine Presence rose in silence, Through the ashes of her death. Rise again, rise again, From the ashes, from the flame, Though the darkness calls upon you, You shall rise beyond the pain. Rise again, rise again, Let the heavens hear your cry, You are rooted in forever, You are the tree that will not die. From the ashes of destruction, Like a queen she rose once more, With the crown of David shining, And her roots forevermore. Go forth, came the ancient calling, Through the covenant of years, By the light of the Infinite, Through the fire and through the tears. From the roots into the heavens, Life and wisdom intertwined, In the branches of creation, Every sacred light aligned. Rise again, rise again, Let the darkness turn to light, Let the crown of David shine again, Like a beacon through the night. Rise again, rise again, From the ashes to the sky, And the name forever written— Israel. Israel… The tree of her life Shall never die.

Video

1.3K likes · 131 comments · 291 shares

This video was taken during my visit to Israel following the horrific events of October 7, 2023. I went to visit my parents’ graves, carrying a heartbreak that words could barely describe. Standing there, speaking to them, I found myself saying something I never imagined I would say in my lifetime. For the first time in my life, as a son, as a Jew, and above all, as a human being, I found myself feeling grateful that my parents were no longer alive to witness what was happening to our people. And that thought broke my heart even more. Imagine reaching a point in your life when you stand at your parents’ graves and find yourself thankful that they are not here to see the suffering, the hatred, and the horrors unfolding before our eyes. I never thought I would feel that way. I never thought those words would leave my mouth. But they did. And I said them with a broken heart. This is one of the most painful moments I have ever experienced, and I wanted to share it with you.

Video

1.2K likes · 157 comments · 95 shares

Blood Libel Written by Yehuda Meitav What is a blood libel? A blood libel is a false accusation created to demonize an entire people. For centuries, Jews were accused of crimes so horrific and irrational that logic alone should have destroyed the lies. But hatred does not need logic. It only needs fear. The first great blood libel began nearly two thousand years ago with the accusation that “the Jews killed Jesus.” And from that moment, a pattern was born. Whenever societies collapsed… Whenever economies failed… Whenever disease spread… Whenever nations needed someone to blame… The Jew became the target. Jews were accused of poisoning wells during the Black Death… Of kidnapping Christian children and using their blood to bake matzah for Passover… Of witchcraft, heresy, controlling banks, governments, wars, and economies. Every century created a new version of the same ancient hatred. The lies changed. The target remained the same. In medieval Europe, entire Jewish communities were massacred because people believed Jews caused the plague. In Nazi Germany, Jews were blamed for Germany’s suffering, economic collapse, and humiliation after World War I. The accusations became so massive and relentless that millions accepted them as truth. And when enough people believe a lie… The lie becomes deadly. That is how small fires become infernos. The Holocaust did not begin with gas chambers. It began with words. With rumors. With propaganda repeated so many times that ordinary people stopped questioning it. And now, in our own generation, the cycle begins again. After October 7th, accusations spread across the world with terrifying speed. Jews are called baby killers. Israel is accused of genocide. People claim Jews control governments, media, America itself, through secret influence and hidden power. The language sounds modern. But the pattern is ancient. The masks changed. The blood libel remained. Today, many people no longer even know why they hate Jews. The hatred became inherited. Embedded into culture, politics, classrooms, and social media. That is the true danger of blood libels. They are not just lies. They are sparks. And history has shown us what happens when those sparks are ignored. As Jews, we know how quickly these fires can spread. Not because we fear the truth… But because we remember where these lies can lead. Different century. Different language. Same hatred.

429 likes · 110 comments · 101 shares

The Erev Rav Walks Among Us A warning from the past. A truth for the present. A call for clarity. Written by Yehuda Meitav Who Were the Erev Rav? In Shemot (Exodus) 12:38, as the Israelites left Egypt, a strange line appears: “And a mixed multitude went up also with them…” This mixed multitude is known in Jewish tradition as the Erev Rav עֵרֶב רַב. They were not Israelites. They were Egyptians, idolaters, opportunists, and spiritual parasites who joined the Exodus not out of faith, but out of fear, self-interest, or sabotage. At first, they appeared to be with us. But time revealed the truth: they were never of us. The Erev Rav were the ones who incited the sin of the Golden Calf, who constantly undermined Moshe, who brought doubt, disorder, and rebellion into the heart of a newly freed nation. The sages, especially the Zohar, the Vilna Gaon, and Rabbi Chaim Vital, warned that the Erev Rav would return in every generation. But not from the outside. They would walk within. And they would be far more dangerous than any outside enemy because they would speak our language, wear our names, claim our pain but fight against everything we stand for. They Were Swallowed Once In Bamidbar (Numbers) 16, when Korach rebelled against Moshe, the earth itself opened its mouth and swallowed him and his followers alive. The sages say that many of Korach’s men were Erev Rav. And the ground did not just bury them. It sealed them. Held them. Waited. Because evil that is not destroyed is merely delayed. But Now the Earth Has Cracked Again Look at the world. The rage. The lies. The betrayal. The Jewish self-hatred. Look closer. The cracks are open. And the Erev Rav has crawled out. They walk among us now louder than ever. They say “Not in my name” as missiles rain down on Israeli children. They say “Jews for Palestine” while marching with those who chant “From the river to the sea.” They quote the Holocaust, not to prevent another one—but to silence our defense against it. They are in power. They shape the minds of nations. They speak with the tongue of justice but carry the heart of Pharaoh. Who Are They Today? We will name them. * George Soros who funds hatred of Israel, undermines borders, and empowers enemies in the name of globalism. * Senator Chuck Schumer who bears the name “שומר” (guardian), but has stood not with Zion, but with her critics. * Senator Bernie Sanders who cloaks himself in Jewish memory while condemning the only Jewish refuge. * All who say “Not in my name” as our people bleed. * All who call themselves Jews but cheer our destruction from within. They are Erev Rav. And they are not confused. They are committed. Why Now? Because the war is not just physical anymore. It is spiritual. And when the Erev Rav rise, when they reveal themselves in full daylight the Geulah is near. The sages taught: “In the generation before redemption, the Erev Rav will be leaders.” And so it is. But their rise is not the end. It is the final sorting. The birur. The last chance to choose: Are you with the covenant or with the counterfeit? We See You Now You wore our names. You wore our trauma. You marched in our memory. But we see you now. And we are not afraid. Because the wall still stands. The root still grows. And the children of truth are waking. The earth is open. And you are crawling out. But so is the fire.

403 likes · 78 comments · 85 shares

THE DEVIL WAS A PAINTER FROM AUSTRIA Lyrics, Music & Artistic Adaptation by Yehuda Meitav The devil was a painter from Austria, The devil painted death and hysteria. A brush in his hand, a terrible plan, He painted his hatred across the land. The devil has come in a thousand forms, A thousand faces, a thousand wars. He changes his clothes, he changes his name, But the devil inside is always the same. The devil was a painter from Austria, Painting the world in blood and hysteria. Different faces, the same old lies, The same old devil in a new disguise. The devil was a painter from Austria, He’s back again with his dark agenda. The canvas is ready, the colours are here, The devil is painting with hatred and fear. But the devil got clever, he learned from before, One little moustache won’t work anymore. He shattered his image, a million reflections, A million disguises, a million directions. He looks like a student who’s shouting down Jews, While preaching of justice on evening news. He looks like a politician, impeccably dressed, Who watches the hatred and calls himself blessed. He looks like the mobs with their fists in the air, Who scream about freedom but show little care. He looks like an Ayatollah promising fire, Like Hamas and Hezbollah, feeding the pyre. The devil was a painter from Austria, Painting the world in blood and hysteria. Different faces, the same old lies, The same old devil in a new disguise. The devil lives in headlines, he feeds on lies, He hides in the silence when prejudice thrives. He calls terror courage, he calls murder pride, And laughs as the truth is pushed aside. He paints on campuses, paints on screens, He paints with the anger of political dreams. Oh, what a masterpiece! What a display! The devil gets stronger with every hooray! You think you’re the hero, defending what’s right, While helping the devil turn day into night. The devil was a painter from Austria, Painting the world in blood and hysteria. Different faces, the same old lies, The same old devil in a new disguise. Who gave the devil his colours and paint? Who handed the brush to a devil disguised as a saint? Who gave him the canvas? Who gave him the stage? Who fed him with silence, with hatred and rage? He’s using your anger, he’s using your fear, He’s using your voices, the things that you share. You think you’re the painter, but here’s the surprise: You’re only the colours in the devil’s disguise. The devil was a painter from Austria, Painting the world in blood and hysteria. Different faces, the same old lies, The same old devil in a new disguise. But the canvas is ours, the choice is still clear, We can paint it with courage instead of with fear. The devil can’t finish what we won’t create, No brush can command us to surrender to hate. The devil was a painter from Austria… The devil was a painter from Austria… The devil is painting again… Will you give him the colours? Will you give him the brush? Will you paint heaven on Earth… Or help the devil paint hell again?

Video

1.1K likes · 108 comments · 308 shares

Hey everyone, I think it’s time. I really think it’s time we started paying attention to what’s happening around us. Because something about the world today feels frighteningly familiar. It reminds me of 1938, of the years leading up to the Second World War, when hatred against Jewish people was becoming normalised, when propaganda became accepted as truth, and when too many people chose to look away. We cannot afford to be complicit anymore. It doesn’t matter how old you are, how young you are, whether you’re Jewish or not Jewish, religious or secular, or where you come from. None of that matters when hatred begins to become acceptable. We are travelling down a dangerous path, and I believe Jewish people are once again being made into humanity’s favourite punching bag. But history has taught us something else. The Second World War didn’t only devastate the Jewish people. Approximately six million Jews were murdered in the Holocaust, and an estimated 70 to 85 million people lost their lives worldwide during that war. Think about those numbers. What begins with hatred directed at one people can become a catastrophe that consumes entire societies. And that’s what frightens me. I don’t know what form the next great catastrophe might take. I desperately hope we never experience another Holocaust. But I refuse to dismiss the warning signs or remain silent while antisemitism spreads. We cannot keep pretending it’s business as usual. We cannot continue looking away, making excuses, or convincing ourselves that someone else will speak up. Not this time. So I’ve written this song, not to ask for sympathy, not to portray Jewish people as victims, but to challenge something deeply disturbing in human behaviour. Why do people find it easier to blame somebody else for their misery than to look in the mirror? Why does humanity keep reaching for the same punching bag? And why do so many people fail to recognise the magician who is manipulating them? Sometimes the most dangerous lies are the ones that make us laugh before we realise what we’re laughing at. So welcome to my magic show. And please, pay attention to the trick. CHECK IT OUT! (The Magic Trick) Lyrics, Music & Artistic Direction by Yehuda Meitav ⸻ Guten Abend! Guten Abend! Meine Damen und Herren! Bonsoir, mesdames et messieurs! Buonasera, signore e signori! Good evening! Good evening! And welcome, one and all! To the most extraordinary, Most spectacular, Most unbelievable magic show! Where nothing is your fault! Nothing is about you! Oh, no, no, no! It’s all about the Jew! Ha-ha! Voilà! Abracadabra! What a marvellous thing to do! So watch my hands, Don’t blink your eyes, Tonight we’ll make the truth disappear! Are you ready? Are you ready? Then let the magic begin! Hey you! Lost your money? Hey you! Lost your job? Mortgage rising, rent’s too high, And the bank just cleaned you out? Hey you! Feeling miserable? Feel your luck has run away? Life’s not treating you too kindly? I’ve got something that’ll save the day! Abracadabra! Watch my hands! I’ve got the answer, understand? Don’t look here! Check it out! Watch me turn the truth around! Don’t look here! Look over there! Watch me pull blame out of thin air! No need for facts, no need for clues, Maybe you already knew! It’s not about you! It’s all about the Jew! Ta-da! Ta-da! What a show! That’s the trick they sold to you! Check it out! Don’t look here! Watch the real cause disappear! It’s not about you! It’s all about the Jew! Abracadabra! Who’s fooling who? Hey you! Lost your girlfriend? Your husband packed his bags? Your car broke down, your phone went dead, And your football team’s playing bad? The planet’s hot, your house is hotter, Can’t afford the power bill? Coffee costs a little fortune, And your boss won’t pay you still? Hey you! Got a hashtag? Got a slogan? Got a sign? Did you check a single fact, Or just repeat it forty times? Abracadabra! One, two, three! Watch how easy lies can be! Don’t look here! Look over there! I’ve got a villain I can share! Don’t look here! Check it out! Hear the angry people shout! No need for facts, no need for clues, Maybe you already knew! It’s not about you! It’s all about the Jew! Ta-da! Ta-da! What a show! That’s the trick they sold to you! Check it out! Don’t look here! Watch the real cause disappear! It’s not about you! It’s all about the Jew! Abracadabra! Who’s fooling who? Now watch the rabbit leave the hat, Watch the cards, imagine that! The debt is gone? The rent came down? Your lost love suddenly came around? No? How strange! What can it be? My magic didn’t set you free! But never mind, don’t ask me why, I’ve got another lovely lie! Pharaoh knew the trick by heart, Haman played a starring part. Rome had banners, kings had crowns, When trouble came, they pointed down. The centuries changed, the costumes too, But here’s the trick they always knew: Make the crowd look over there, And no one sees the empty chair. Nineteen thirty-eight… The lights go low, the laughter dies, Broken windows, shattered lives. A little lie, a cheering crowd, And suddenly the world goes quiet. Nineteen thirty-eight… The magician smiles, the curtain shakes, Another promise, another fake. He changes hats, he changes names, But still performs the same old game. Check it out! Don’t look here! Watch the truth just disappear! Maybe you already knew… It’s not about you! It’s all about the Jew! Ta-da! Ta-da! What a show! That’s the trick they sold to you! Check it out! Don’t look here! Your troubles haven’t disappeared! Your bills are high, your dreams fell through, So who’s the magician fooling? You! Good evening, everyone! That’s the end of my show! Your troubles stayed, your money’s gone, And there’s something you should know! I sold you villains, sold you fear, And made your common sense disappear! Abracadabra! One last clue: The greatest trick was played on you! Don’t look here… Check it out… Behind the curtain, standing there… It’s you. And the magician disappears.

Video

4.7K likes · 269 comments · 1.2K shares

The Jews: The Punching Bag of Humanity Throughout Time When you stand in the street today chanting “freedom, freedom, freedom” and waving signs against the Jewish nation of Israel, do you really know what freedom means? Freedom is not just a word written on cardboard. Freedom is not merely the absence of chains. Freedom is a spiritual revolution, and it began with the Jewish people. In Egypt, we were slaves. We knew what it meant to be crushed, to be owned, to have our lives dictated by tyrants. And we also knew what it meant to be freed, not by Pharaoh’s mercy but by the intervention of God Himself. From that liberation came a radical idea: the Ten Commandments, a covenant declaring that no man, no empire, no king stands above a higher law. That was the seed of true freedom, planted not for Jews alone but as a gift to humanity. Here is the pattern that followed. Every system built on control, submission, and fear eventually came to see the Jewish idea as a threat. And again and again, Jews became the punching bag. Pharaoh enslaved us because he feared our growth. Babylon destroyed our Temple and exiled us. Persia produced Haman, who sought our annihilation. Greece under Antiochus tried to erase our faith and replace it with idols. Rome crushed Jerusalem, burned the Second Temple, and scattered us across the world. Different empires, same instinct: erase the people who insist that no ruler has the right to enslave the human soul. In medieval Europe, the pattern continued. The Spanish Inquisition demanded that Jews convert or die. Obey or burn. Why? Because Jewish refusal to abandon one God, one law, and one identity was a living challenge to a Church that demanded total submission. The Inquisition was not about salvation. It was about erasing a living symbol of freedom. And once again, Jews became the punching bag. In modern times, pogroms swept through Eastern Europe. Forged lies like The Protocols of the Elders of Zion painted Jews as secret rulers of the world. When empires failed, they needed scapegoats. Jews were convenient. Beat them, blame them, distract the masses from their real chains. In the twentieth century, the pattern became explicit. Haj Amin al Husseini, the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, aligned himself with Adolf Hitler. He visited Berlin in 1941, broadcast Nazi propaganda in Arabic, recruited Muslims into Waffen SS units, and worked to prevent Jewish refugees, including children, from escaping Europe to Palestine, fully knowing they would be left to Nazi extermination. Hitler did not need to be convinced. The Final Solution was already underway. But al Husseini gave his voice, his influence, and his blessing to the project of Jewish annihilation. After the Holocaust, when the Jewish people restored sovereignty in their ancient homeland, the pattern did not end. It changed form. Yasser Arafat was politically shaped in the orbit of al Husseini’s movement. His PLO Charter openly rejected Israel’s right to exist. His goal was not coexistence but erasure. The Soviet Union saw this as an opportunity. The KGB trained and armed Palestinian factions and flooded the world with propaganda equating Zionism with racism. Maoist China joined in. Once again, great powers used the Jews, this time through Israel, as a punching bag in their struggle for global influence. Today the old lies wear new clothes. “The Jews control the banks.” “The Jews control the media.” “Israel is the obstacle to freedom.” In a world of surveillance, censorship, and digital control, the reflex remains the same. Blame the Jews. Attack Israel. Deflect from the real chains. The pattern is unmistakable. A system of control rises. It fears freedom. It identifies the Jewish people and the Jewish idea as a threat. It turns Jews into a punching bag to preserve its own power. Egypt did it. Babylon did it. Rome did it. The Inquisition did it. Hitler did it. Al Husseini did it. Arafat did it. And others do it still. And yet we are still here. The Jewish people live, speak our language, read our Torah, and defend our land. Israel exists not as an outpost of empire but as the home of a people who refused to disappear. So when you shout “freedom” while condemning the Jews, you have been deceived. You are striking at the very people who first gave humanity the moral architecture of freedom. The Jews are not your enemy. The Jews are the front line of freedom. The real enemy is the system that fears liberation and needs scapegoats to survive. That is the pattern. That is the truth. The Jews became the punching bag of humanity not because we enslaved, but because we dared to say that no one has the right to enslave you.

Video

789 likes · 79 comments · 161 shares