Like with Kaddish, God will not be mocked. To sing of God's praise is not to sing of man's vanity. God is not so easily fooled. A temple is yet another graven image to divide his children. Divided in dust, divided in mourning. Thus is your "Holy City" adorned in foolscap. Let the politicians rise up and eat the cancerous proverbs they've proferred, the heartless creed they've adopted. The real work will carry forth in the silence of the soul, not in the screams and heckles of the ego, as if God were a marketplace to be haggled over 5 shekels, to be bought with contempt and hatred. No house or wall or city can sustain itself on such flawed beginnings, such wicked moorings. Better to sing his praise in the fields or hipster havens than try to seduce with some urban-political landscape. The goals of man are not the goals of God, and mixing them is to invite his temper. These people, these non-believers, have reduced God to a quest for things, status, markers in time. God needs no signal for a rapture, no signpost for an Apocalypse, no legislation to enact judgment day. The conceit that God needs to play with numerology and superstitious coincidences is a manmade one. If man created a refuge for Jews, good enough. If 15 million Jews have made their mark in a world of billions, not just survival, not just to endure but prevail - miraculous. But to fritter away these achievements on mean spirited horse trading and deceitful alliances, to think that God has shackled himself to these petty events and comings and goings of man like some divine helicopter parent with no sense and nothing better to do ... sing Kaddish, the greatness of God. There is nothing to be gained from dwelling on these follies of men without asharing in the folly. God works in mysterious ways, not absurd. Sing... of death and life. And hope.

https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/kaddish-part-i