Psalm 137

We wept by the rivers of Babylon

When we remembered our home in Zion

Where upon the willows in the midst of it all

We hung our hearts there and retired our song

Come along every capitalist and require from us a song

Tormenting us saying sing us one of the songs of Zion

But how could we sing out our lord's song

When our surroundings have become foreign

If I forget you oh Jerusalem

May the skill that my hands knew fall to the ground

If I forget that view atop of the mountain called Zion