There was a song we used to sing in primary school,
It had to do with the Israelites
And the Red Sea.
The way it was, back then, in pre-history,
Or, if you are a believer,
The way it was, was,
The Israelites escaping from slavery in Egypt.
Moses led them from Cairo and Giza,
Luxor and Memphis,
Gathered them up
All in one night.
After the death of the First-Born
(When Pharaoh in an ultimate response to ‘Let my people go’, said, Go!) (for the Angel of Death (aka Moloch Ha-Movet) did not pass over his palace)
And the Israelites fled,
Carrying their unleavened bread
And whatever else they could grab
On their backs,
Across the desert.
Some time later,
Pharaoh regretting his decision said to his charioteers,
‘After them, get them back!’
And the Israelites trapped between an angry army
And the Coral Sea.
And Moses raising his arms, and the waves parting and across they went.
And the waves crashing-down on the soldiers in their pursuit
And their watery graves,
Two generations wiped-out in short-shrift.
And the Israelites safely across the other side
For who would not be cheered by the defeat of the enemy.
And, God angered at this display of hubris,
At their lack of compassion for the lost lives,
The bereaved families,
Took his people in hand and remonstrated at their joy.
‘Do not celebrate the downfall of another,
What is done is done
And we must move forwards
And create a life
Without revelling in the agony of the other.’