We demand moshiach NOW!!

So many promises, so many words, its hard to believe them anymore. We've waited for 5769 years, for You. We can't wait anymore. We've suffered for so long. We can't suffer anymore.

Redemption. A word so sweet, you can taste it. Victory. A time when there will be no wars, no evil, no pain. We wait for this time. Must we wait in vain?

A child waits with nose pressed to the glass for an esteemed visitor, who is coming soon. Soon to a child means now. A month is not soon, nor a week, or a day. Soon, is now.

Time passes, and still its soon.

When will he come?

Soon.

We are your children, G-d. You have promised us the redemption, soon.

When, we ask. And You tell us, soon.

How soon?

Soon, my child. Have patiance.

But we have no more patiance.

You promised us, and we got excited.

We prepared, we polished our buttons, we packed our suitcases. We collected good deeds so we'd be ready when the cloud came to get us, and bring us to the promised land.

And still we wait.

Soon.

War. people crying, dying, ripped apart, the world is filled with pain.

We turn to You, our Father, with tear filled eyes and ask, when? When will it all end?

And You answered, soon.

And we believed You.

We went down to Egypt, and suffered, hard labor, beating, they killed our children.

And we asked You, Father, when?

And You answered, soon.

We had some peace. But this was not the 'soon' You spoke of. This was temporary. An illusion.

Once again we were brought into exile. And we suffered. And we asked You, when?

And You answered, soon.

They surrounded us. They didn't want to kill us, they wanted us to destroy ourselves. And we did. Hunger. Poverty. People eating their children.

And we turned to You with pain filled eyes and ask You, when?

And You answer, soon.

Ten of the greatest leaders, burned at the stake, the sole reason being, they were Jews. They wished to serve You, to fulfill Your commandments.

And we turned to You, with the fire reflected in our eyes, and we asked You, when?

And You answer, soon.

Throughout the ages we've suffered unthinkable inflictions. At the hands of the goyim, evil knows no bounds. They didn't just want to kill our bodies. They wanted to maim our souls. But we died, for You. We gave up our souls, for You.

And we don't ask You why. We know there must be reasons. You can keep Your reasons, we have no use for them. But when, G-d, when?

Six million Jews, slaughtered, massacred, unthinkable terrors, pain, evils. At the hands of beasts, inhuman.

And throughout the fires of hell we ask You, beg of You, plead, when, G-d, when will it all end???

And You answer, soon.

We conquer our land, we wish to live there, in peace. Thats all we ask. 

But there is no peace. The enemy lives in our midst.

People blown to pieces, captured, tortured, killed, kicked out of their homes with no where to go. Only because they are Jews.

This is not true peace. There will be no peace until the world is complete. 

But when will that be? Soon, G-d, soon??

Not a day goes by without a death, or many. Good, innocent people die, for what? Children left without parents, parents burying their kids. 

Poverty, strife, fighting, wars, hate, suffering. The world is filled with suffering.

Does it not hurt You, our father, to see us suffering? Do You not cry along with us, and feel our pain?

Throughout it all, we ask You, when? When will You bring us the redemption that You've promised for so long? When will the good times come, and the evil disappear?

And You answer softly, soon, my child.

I've grown up, G-d. I am no longer a child. One time, long ago, Your answer may have appeased me. I may have been okay to hear its coming soon.

But no longer. 

I try so hard to believe, to hold on to my faith. But I can't wait any longer.

You tease us, G-d. You hold out promises in front of us and say, reach, my child. Come get it, and it will be yours.

And we do. We try. But as soon as we get close, You pull it away, just a little further.

We don't give up. Not yet. We still have the fight in us.

So we try again. We prepare ourselves, we do good deeds, we pray.

But as soon as we get close, once again, it's rudely pulled just out of our reach.

Tantalizing, taunting.

I can't play this game of Yours any longer.

There is no answer to why.

There is no answer to when.

Not soon, G-d. Now. We need it now!

We've waited too long, we refuse to wait any longer. We demand Moshiach Now!!!

Where is he?

Where are You?

When???