By Dr. Arie Ribon , MD. , FACAAI, FINS
In times of agitation and national fervor in a land at war with itself you stopped the terror and honored the revolution.
As the nation planned rebellion and people made useless plots you freed us from their rule and stood up against the fury of their thoughts.
The danger of death was around you kings and armies ran away. You broke their swords, their shields, yes all their weapons, and returned home glorious and majestic as you defeated your foes.
When you threatened them, your anger resulted in more praise. Their strength and skill was useless; horses and riders fell dead.
Your battles won you great victories. Your arrows were sharp and pierced the hearts of your enemies. Nations fell down at your feet. Ride in majesty to victory for the defence of truth and justice.
The crown was down and you picked it up with your sword! The perfume of myrrh was on your clothes; musicians entertained you in palaces decorated with silk and gold, among your household daughter of kings.
You protected the weak from the oppressor and made good laws. You ruled over people with justice loving what is right and hated what is evil.
No one was abandoned who came to you. In times of trouble they found a place of safety. You judged in their favor and always helped the needy.
Rest in the perpetuity of peace among the people you loved the most. Your memory will be our shelter from the wind and a place to hide from storms.
You showed us the glory and when there are no kings, people of every nation will be angry at all armies and condemn them to destruction.
Europe 's nations will come and listen to you: they will unite, settle their disputes, and break their weapons. Only justice will rule us in a land that stretches in all directions.
We will be singing and shouting with joy. Will nations ever go to war again?
(This Pseudo-Pindaric ode was
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