1
He calls at night and shouts a curse,
He threatens her with pain and worse,
More vile than the thief who steals her purse,
He steals her faith in men.

2
“Leave that Cross on the firehouse wall!
I’ll burn your house, I’ll make you crawl.
Too bad Hitler didn’t get you all!”
He raves and slinks to his den.

3
He hates the laws that keep her free,
He hates her search for dignity,
He hates the Torch of Liberty
Her parents cried to see!

4
There are many like him, afraid to stand,
Afraid of free speech in Freedom’s land,
A mob of bigots, a cowards band,
With little love for the Cross.

5
They either forgot, or never knew,
That Jesus was a courageous Jew,
One of many the Romans slew
For teaching “The Truth shall set you free.”
6
Our country was not formed by men
Who hid and cursed and hid again,
By cowards always hiding when
The call to Truth was heard.

7
And God knows our country will survive
Only if free men and women strive
To denounce the cowards now alive
Who threaten His holy word.

Copyright (2006) by Arnold Cantor.
All rights reserved.

[Written December 16, 1985. During the Christmas season of 1985, a Jewish woman lawyer in Greenwich, Connecticut went to court and got an injunction preventing the Cos Cob Engine Company No. 1 from decorating the firehouse with a lighted cross (as had been done for 30 years) on the constitutional ground of separation of church and state. The reaction of bigots to the injunction is recorded in The Hartford Courant for December 14, 1985, under the headline: “Fight Over Firehouse Cross Spoils Christmas Peace for Jewish Woman”.]