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I am no courageous,
Fearless, valorous, gallant,
Proud, adventurous,
Selfless patriot
I am a soul in exile
Expressing my thoughts in
All languages but mine
'' Hi…I am Palestinian''
'' Salut…Je suis palestinienne''
I cut my mother tongue
In half
Palestinian poet
Rafeef Ziadeh was right when
She said
''Allow me to speak my Arab tongue
Before they occupy my language as well''
Well… to that I must add
Allow me to be the Arab
That I am
Allow me my right
To learn, to travel, to pray
Allow me to walk through any
Foreign street without having
To feel this shame
Without having to think twice
About my clothes, my face, my name
Or the visa I had to work
Day and night for the claim
Because at the end of the day
I am not the one to blame
For Bin Laden, 9/11, and all your
Absurd schemes and games
I am but a soul in exile
I am in no hall of fame
I have to opt to be
Someone I am not
Just to fit in your fame
Despite the agony I went through
Despite the struggles I overcame
Despite the diplomas, the degrees,
The awards I acclaim
I am still no Palestinian
No matter how many
'' I love Palestine'' stickers
I stick on my car
No matter how many times
I cry over Gaza and
Argue over the Israeli settlements
No matter how many times
I curse the Zionists, blame the media,
And swear at the Arab leaders
I am still no Palestinian
Even if I memorize the
Names of all the Palestinian cities
Even if I recite Mahmood Darwiche's
Poetry and draw Handala on my walls
Even as I stand here tonight
In front of you all
I am no Palestinian
And I might never ever be
And that's exactly what
Makes the Palestinian
In me…
Read in the Twinge Dubai Event
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MY BRIDE; MY BEAUTY
O my love you are a city; beatific
Like an army in array o; majestic
When i look at you I’m overcome; angelic
Your hair falls like the wave my love; classic
Your smile heals like the Gilead balm; Israeli
Show me that teeth as white as snow; godly
Rule my home my beauty; my bride; queenly
Raise them like a dove my perfect one; motherly
My bride; a taste of divine womanhood; graciously
Thrones and domino sing her praise o; fantastic
O my queenly maiden how are you my jewel
Blessed is the one which kept you in the bowel
Paragon of beauty you are but i lost you to the BEAST
My heart still crave but never will i find.
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He dresses as the fool
But does he fool you?
In clothes of rent
Torn twisted and bent
He drinks to excess
His voice is loud
He spouts obscenities
But he runs like the wind
Catch, me if you can, he shouts
The maze of traffic makes his jams
He speaks in riddles
Like old men, from ancient lands
He collects bottles and begs for lamb
He mumbles, I am homeless, kiss me hand
He is crazy for this is sure
He lives in alleys like a whore
Jets above fly overhead
Their orders received from a street called Hamra
As their armies invade, so bold
The homeless man, their leader
The man from Hamra
Notes: Hamra Street is a somewhat famous street in West Beirut. It was one of Beirut’s trendy areas before the civil war, and was frequented by poets, writers, and intellectuals.
During the civil war, and before the Israeli invasion of 82, there was a bum who lived on Hamra Street who was really a spy for the IDF of Israel. No one paid him any attention, being a street beggar, at the time when there were many. Not only was he collecting intelligence, he was the running a network of spies at the time.
From a Lebanese restaurant/coffee shop I frequent, I am told many fascinating stories from all over the world. What a lovely feeling to sit among people of all religions, nationalities and opinions, and share life’s experiences.
Thank you Diwan
Anyone who happens to have any first hand experiences referencing this poem, I would love to hear from them.
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There is no Glory in War
In the far reaches of the Earth
Since the time of Jesus's birth
There have been wars and rumors of wars
And even stories about the god of war from Mars
Because of religion and territorial claims, wars have been waged
Like a game of chess, most of these wars have been staged
From WW1 to WW2, Palestinian/Israeli conflict and the Vietnam situation
Many lost dreams, lost lives,hands lifted to heaven in supplication
Traumatic injuries, missing limbs; arms, feet and no end in sight
As nations flex their powerful arms, to show their military might
The absence of beauty or romance, only the pain of death and destruction
No peace, no happiness, no love, no joy, no satisfaction
As nations fight, the horrible sounds of rattling sabers
Can be heard, as people cry, beg, plead and ask for favors
Countries now hurry to build and move conventional arms and nuclear devices
And nations with hidden agendas, threaten each other, with economic war and evil vices
High up above the Earth, satellites are placed in the sky
As men intend to fight, their wars from on high
Wisdom and fair judgment is lacking,in such an elevation
And patience and mercy is wanting from psalms to revelation
War does not build skyscrapers, but destroy, erase people's history, kill and maim
Some should stop fight these desperate wars and put the warriors to shame
In past wars and hellish endeavors, the people gone before
Cry out in anguish, for peace on Earth, from that distant and lonely shore
The people who come home from those distant places
Most are now insane, scared for life; horror on their faces
War begets war, and the problems still remain
This is the vision of the future, the tiger cannot be tamed.
William Morrissey 5/16/07
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It's impossible to hum with your nose plugged
Don't try it you'll give yourself a hernia
About two hundred babies are born every minute
Guess there's not much doing in suburbia
Dust under your bed is your own dead skin
Unbelievable but that's what they say
There are more nerve cells in the human brain
Than there's stars in the Milky Way
The water you drink has already been drunk
By others, what a charming thought
Donkeys kill more people than plane crashes
That's not something I think of a lot
A million dollars in one hundred dollar bills
Weighs only about twenty-two pounds
A disposable diaper holds seven pounds of pee
That's too much information I've found
97% of money contains a trace of cocaine
Have you sniffed your dollar bills of late
The glue on Israeli stamps is certified kosher
This leaves me in an overwrought state
10 million bricks are in the Empire State Building
Masons surely had a heavy load
That's it for now but there'll be more to come
Keep an eye out for them down the road
© Jack Ellison 2013
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Who is Sam bacile?
Sam Bacile, who claims to be Israeli Jew and says he made it on a $5 million budget raised from 100 Jewish donors. The film supposedly screened once in July at an empty Los Angeles theater, and it was not until a trailer, dubbed in Arabic, began circulating online that it caused stirred any anger.
Americans I hope you open your eyes Israel Controls America ....
Why Obama didn't say we are sorry for doing that awful act?
Why he didn't say we should prevent such film like that from showing and on (11/9) What did they want from that....???
The root of the problem is what Sam bacile did...that is the main problem...
Anyone who say bad things about the prophets of God (Moses,Jesus,Mohammed) may peace be upon them or make fun of them...Should be punished by laws of Allah.
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AmazinG courageous heroes, Rangers, Seals and Delta Force of AmericA
Militarily defending freedom and liberty against radical, jihad terrorisM
Around the world defeating all evil men with an Anti - American agendA
Zemzem flows from Mecca the oasis for good & evil, all the way to SueZ
Israeli support is given for Hebrew hate in Syria, Iran, Iraq and AfghanI
Navy Seals #6 killed Usama, Anglicos got Saddam out of hole he was iN
Guardians & defenders of all men everywhere, they are simply AmazinG
Amazing Acrostic shadow style with "Amazing" the first word and the last word
A tribute to America's Special Forces
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FOR LO, THE WINTER IS PAST
For Lo, the winter is past
The rains are gone
Glorious are you in the eyes of the sun
Your warmth binds me
The flush dawning world is ours
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
11/20/2012
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I became Debra Joan at the age of six
Formerly known as Debbi Jo
Up until then that's what I'd know
Something my new parents thought they'd fix
Adopted then and a bit confused
I wasn't quite sure of who I was
A tender kid I cried because
I did not like this name they used
As I grew older I came to know
My first two names meant lots of trouble
I had to come running on the double
And the name sure wasn't Debbi Jo
Debra Joan was used so gruffly
Meaning I'd done something bad
I'd displeased my mom and dad
And I would sure be dealt with roughly
But then I learned something in school
That my name Debra meant"the bee"
And a prophetess of Israeli degree
This knowledge I thought was pretty cool
So I began to enjoy my name
Didn't mind losing my previous one
That name I'd had when I'd first begun
For the person I was remained the same
** for contest "What's In A Name"
sponsored by Linda-Marie-Sweetheart of PS
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MIDNIGHT FLIGHT TO TEL AVIV
Scoff she did at friends now spirit filled
Eyes were trained on tasks and money trails
Work was done and clean up for milk spilled
Never ending chores hit her like winter gales--
Promised visit found her jetting toward the sun
Heart was grabbed while she was somewhere in midair
Sabbath sent the holy airborne into whispering hum
Exchanging places through the night in black clad pairs--
From her feet she felt the wondrous change
Overcome infused with humble eager bliss--
Once announced in Hebrew airspace something strange
Israeli pride of kindred spirit touched her like a kiss
Homebound Hebrews burst in song
Festive clapping, lively stomping feet
This exuberant joy could not be wrong
Such sweet passion was complete
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
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Every time America rules against Israel disaster has struck
And by occurring every single time this is not just dumb luck
In "91" when against Israel as in land for peace G. W. Bush would resort
The largest ever reported Atlantic waves crashed into his home in Kennebunkport
Then back in "92" again trying but now back in Washington D.C.
The worst U.S. disaster ever Hurricane Andrew caused millions to flee
In "94" Clinton was meeting Assad(Syria) in again trying to make Israel break
Within 24 hours the second worst U.S. disaster a major Southern Cal 6.9 quake
Remember "99" in D.C. Clinton and Arafat were to declare a Muslim state
Well a 315 mph super tornado in the Midwest would make that declaration wait
Also in "99" when fifteen West Bank Israeli's residents were forcibly evicted
Within 24 hours the fifth largest 7.1 quake shaking the Mid West was depicted
On 9/11 do you know what our U.N. Ambassador had planned for 11a.m. that day
To present the final proposal of a Palestinian State as Israel We again tried to betray
These are but a few of the hundreds of examples in what the continual U.S. anti Israeli policy has sought
Just in "Obama Pledges Declaration Of Palestinian State In 2014" ...what now shall be wrought
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NEVER AGAIN!
How many times can we claim
“Never Again”
As justification for our
Systematic genocide!
“Never Again”
Has worked time and again,
To control the world’s media
Revisiting Nazi death camps
So we will never forget
As a Jew,
I must support Israeli atrocities
Or I am labeled anti-Semitic,
Ignoring the actual definition of Semitic
Which includes both Jews and Arabs!
How can I stand by,
And watch my fellow Jews,
Destroy Palestinian homes,
Palestinian schools, hospitals, and mosques,
And hold fast to “never again”.
When will my Israeli brothers and sisters
Awake from their collective reliance
On a “rational” that can no longer
Overlook the fact
That the oppressed have become the oppressors
That integral to the strategy of
“Never Again”
Is the erroneous conclusion
That all and anything
Is acceptable in the prevention of its re-occurrence.
I embrace the concept of “Never Again”,
But not as a rallying cry
To obliterate, decimate, and subjugate,
my brothers and sister Palestinians.
To this I will take a stand!
NEVER AGAIN!
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you ask me to believe
i'm left wondering
about the colour yellow
are women meant to be hidden
behind burkas of black
or a bluebird's blue?
to disappear
into daylight,
is it for God or the lusts
of men? are not women jewels wherever
we are and whatever we wear?
tell me, is Christianity American
and Judaism Israeli and how did
the two get so entwined in Joseph's coat
of many colours? when was there a time
when Jerusalem was built to be divided?
there is a well, Miriam, i'll meet you there,
we'll capture the morning sunrise and embrace
the painted desert with the rhythm of our hearts,
our fingertips will glide along the wheat fields of our
longing, our
hair will come undone, we'll love the God of creation
and we'll make love with his sons
in an oasis of grass, the yellow bird sings not because
it has an answer, but because it has a song.
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would you just attack already?
just go & send all the nukes that you
claim that you don’t have
right
straight
into
Iran &
blow all their people to smithereens,
because that is what you want
because that is what you are going to eventually do
after you stop spinning propaganda &
stirring & stirring & stirring up more
lies in the American media to get people to
raise their fists in support of your
blowing the whole region up &
smashing the world into an infinite
whirlwind,
of which it may never recover from
once your big brother gets involved---
STOP
THE
****ING
BULL*****&
stop pretending like the American public is
****ing stupid,
like we need your smokescreens &
stop pretending like the Israeli public is
****ing stupid---
we know what you’re up to
it is written on the ****ing wall
it has been for a long time---
stop trying to scare the world into backing your
insanity.
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Israel’s Gift of Slow Death in Gaza
Israel’s government says that Rachel Corrie’s
2003 death in Gaza, was not the fault of the
military whose army bulldozer rolled over her,
stating that it was “an accident she brought
upon herself” & so, was the Palestinian family
who had been living in the home which young
Rachel was standing in front of, put there by
accident?
have the Palestinian people who live in Gaza
been doing so by accident?
the UN declares this week that by 2020,
Gaza (just a bit larger than twice
the size of Washington, DC) will be
unlivable due to the Israeli/US military
blockade & occupation (um, so where will
the people go?) which continues to
starve its people of safe drinking water,
sufficient electricity, good schools/education,
hospitals & decent homes (UM, SO WHERE
WILL THE PEOPLE GO?), to name a few,
with 80% of its people relying on foreign aid
for basic necessities, finding employment
largely in the underground market UMMMM
MMMM SOOOOOO WHERRRRREE WILL
LLL THHHEEE PPPPEEOOPPLEE GOOOO
OOO?!!!!!!) & Israel turns a blind eye, Israel
pretends that this starvation & strangulation
is not illegal & OUR TAXES PAY FOR IT,
yes, our taxes in the belly of the declining
beast ARE PAYING FOR THE
SLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOWWW
BUUUUUURRRNNNINNNG
GENOCIDE
of the Palestinian people---
it’s not apartheid, it’s not negotiation, it’s not
treaties or an accord or a ceasefire of any kind,
it’s OUR TAXES PAYING FOR THE
SLOW GENOCIDE OF THE PALESTINIAN
PEOPLE (& if you try to stop it you end up
dead like Rachel).
A VOTE FOR OBAMA = SLOW GENOCIDE
OF PALESTINE.
A VOTE FOR ROMNEY = SLOW GENOCIDE
OF PALESTINE.
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ROY OF THE LIGHT
Legend talks of a young boy
the name ROY
tired of being a mortal
he traveled to the land of light
There he embraced the light
He became a creature of light
with ability to move
move at the speed of light
and take any look he fancied..
now Roy fancied.. nay loved
loved them nice girls
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
WE nicknamed him WANDA ROY
For a travellor he was
the first of the pilgrims
ROY the just ROY, a mystique..
ROY a defender of the down trodden
ROY a defender of justice
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY the one who always saw more
yet admitted too little
they now say ROY roams the big city.. NAIROBI..
And did ROY love them gracious ladies
ROY of light indeed loved them fair lasses
ROY we loved to tease.. the skirt snitch..,
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY thou an ordained brother of the church
ROY now a musician
ROY morrow a cop
ROY the next day a movie star
ROY you are but the star of light
ROY a computer wizard
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
Unlike kunti the king ostrich
my head is unburried under the sand
dont i know ROY.. ROY my kinsman
ROY who taught me eloquence
ROY the teacher of subtle
and master of martial arts
i believe ROY for we grew up together
ROY a resource beneath the cloud
ROY a variant of norms
ROY a teacher of customs
ROY just ROY..
You loved the feel linen
i believe in you ROY for we grew in the same household
Years come and go
seasons come and pass
they are born and given to be wed
But ROY OF the light..
are you not a resource beneath a cloud
you are the echo of light
you are the beacon of light
i speak of you ROY you are my kinsman
ROY the resource beneath a cloud..
ROY..We knew he was just
ROY, THE JUST ROY
And Israeli our people ROY
Will always remain ROY...
ROY nimo mawala ma israeli.
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Blood in the Sand
There is a war in the Middle East people against people in
the name of Islam, chop heads of one another like it should
be a sporting prowess and then holler Allah.
I’m sick and tired of these people who have mindsets that
are 300 years behind us how can we have a sensible talk with
such persons who in the name of their god kill anyone, mostly
for reasons, one has to have a 300 years old mind to
understand how they can accept their blood thirst done in
the name of an abstract god. And then there is betrayal
they are forever betraying each other to the enemy.
But it wasn’t always thus and we
must accept we have made it worse. Yet there are Jordanians,
Palestinians, Syrians, Persians and Arab -Israeli (the Jews and
Christians not) too who are not like the cruel of sword swinging
Muslims we read about, they are the people who can bring
the unrestrained, wild -eyed backward people to book because
I’m exhausted of defending the indefensible.
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Changes at CNN
CNN has cut its staff
Jewish writers are all gone
Leaving only Arab journalists
There to carry on
I’m not saying they’ll be biased
Or reporting won’t be thorough
But it’s just the office gutted
Was their small Israeli Bureau
CNN used to send out both
An Arab and a Jew
To cover any story
In the mid-east that is true
Now I wonder what this means
When reporting on those scenes
Will we get the truth from the mid-east climes
Or the Fatah and the Hamas lines
Mdailey 2/10/12
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Tic Tac Toe
No Honour, No
Tic Tac Toe
No Result, No
Tic Tac Toe, two sides go to war
Tic Tac Toe, No win, No lose, No draw
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post an atom.
we need one.
subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables + schedules + links + locations +options=
to label a schedule provides a link to a location which has many options.
israeli prime minister of home land secularity.
the pope is new. the pope is old. the pope is apparently the pope.
the pope cares?
the pope does not care?
the pope is the puppet.
the pope is not a puppet.
the puppets laugh.
as the pope popes.
the poor muslim mans.
the poor muslims.
why create so many gods.
say, just for an instant,
that it is just an idea.
an pretty clever idea.
when was the last time you thought of an idea called 'god.'
what was your last idea?
could you map it on the visible spectrum?
so your bifocals could cerebrally focus?
and sync to the mystic monthy surprise called a menses.
the divine comedy.
it is a comedy.
wag the tail of a beloved.
rip the tail of the beloved.
fall into a pit.
come out of the pit.
eat a pit.
choke on a pit.
spit the pit.
the pit grows into more pits.
someone else picks the pit.
eats the pit.
chokes on the pit.
dies of the pit.
[enter hypothetical scene]
squirrel!
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During the Second World War
A decision was made
If brothers were to be lost
The last would be saved
The story below
Is the truth in a way
For the search of a soldier
Before he becomes, theatre pray
The US Government declared
A mission is in plan
Sending a squad of Rangers
To save this solitary man
Capt. John H Miller
With his handful of men
Their dedication to search
For the last of them
For his brothers were lost
In the theatre of war
At Omaha and Utah
In the Pacific, so far
Into Europe they head
From cities through towns
Looking for Ryan
Before he's gunned down
He is eventually found
With Paratroopers, holding onto a key bridge
As a Panzer group advances
Will this be their last ridge
Bullets zipped, pinging
Ricocheting
The flesh of the living
In screaming sing
Their mission was, to
Save Private Ryan
But Capt. John H Miller
With others, died trying
My entry into Frank Herrera's contest
" Describe your favorite performance by Actor or Actress in a movie "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-7.php
Tom Hanks is my favourite actor, and his role as Capt, John H Miller to me
was one of his best, his hunger to complete his mission showed in his acting.
The film was based on a true story, about Fritz Niland who lost two brothers
in Normandy, and a brother M.I.A. in Burma. He was later found alive.
But the military rule about sole surviving son's being allowed out of combat is true.
It was enacted after the five Sullivan brothers were killed in 1942 when the U.S.S.
Juneau was sunk in the Pacific. The rule of the surviving son is common to many
armies, the American, the Canadian, the British and the Israeli.
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MOSES AND THE PROMISED LAND
After wandering the desert for forty years
(Without a word of a lie)
Moses was not allowed to enter the Promised Land.
Tell you why?
Israeli security is the world’s best.
Just you try rolling up to the Israeli border
In a blanket-robe, with a long beard dressed,
A story about crossing the Red Sea in short order,
And absolutely no I.D., no passport, driver’s, say.
Can I come in please? Forget it - on your way!
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And God led Moses to Mount Nebo
for his lush, new domain to survey,
in the riches of the Promised Land
among valleys of trees and olives.
Where birds in the sky soared free
and wild beasts roamed the land
along the dales and rolling plains,
Moses by his God was blessed.
There he lived in that quiet place
wider than mortal eyes could see,
right in God's bountiful vineyard
till the day death took him away.
Yahweh was kind to Moses.
Eons have passed since that time
and here this pilgrim now stands
where Moses once stood in awe
to view what God to him bestowed.
But what do I see?
Barren earth of rocks and boulders,
parched, lifeless, ugly to the eyes;
craggy peaks and harsh wasteland,
uninhabitable ravines and canyons.
Yonder out to the north the Golan,
once Syrian, now by the Jews own,
just like the serene lake of Tiberias:
grabbed, annexed and conquered.
In the western haze is a mighty river
whose waters once swiftly flowed,
blocked by a concrete Israeli dam
away from Jordan where it belongs.
Far west is the ancient city of Jericho
where the Lord warded off the devil,
no more than a strip of old Palestine,
fenced in the West Bank, entrapped.
Lucky Moses and the chosen people
for by God from their bondage freed!
cry, Palestine, cry, a homeland lost,
long overdue your awaited messiah!
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Q.
how will Israel
“calm the territory?”
A.
with imprisonment &
torture behind the walls,
like they killed Arafat Jaradat.
and we can watch the soldiers get up in the
face of the young boys throwing
rocks,
as if these rocks would penetrate their
flak vests, as if these rocks wouldn’t
bounce off their tanks
as they plow over the remaining Palestinian
homes, to make way for more
illegal settlements
being built relentlessly by those
who long for the day that every last
Palestinian has left the West Bank & Gaza forever,
or died at the end of the Israeli soldier’s
barrel.
watch the american media portray every rock
thrown buy a Palestinian,
as if it wasn’t provoked by the
overwhelming militarized hyperpower that is
the Israeli government’s
war machine,
as if this little brother of america
had anything at all to fear,
with its stockpile of nukes,
waiting with a finger on the trigger
to unleash a firestorm on
Iran,
using the new “tension” in the West Bank as an
excuse.
the coming nuclear destruction,
the knocking of that first domino down,
to set the whole region ablaze,
this is the way that Israel will
calm the territory &
this is the way that president hope & change
will bend over the table
so that maniacal maniacal Netanyahu
can enlist the american support
to fight yet another war that we need not
fight, to destroy another land that we need not
destroy, to shake out those last coins from
our coffer at home,
so as to make the whole empire flat broke &
pave the way for China to
pick us up when we fall.
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Brutal attack on worshippers
in an Israeli synagogue
The floor was covered in blood
After five men met their maker
Four rabbis and
a brave Druze
left this mortal coil
A sorrowful day for the Jewish
people and their allies
When will peace reign,
swords beaten into ploughs
as the prophet promised?
From my vantage point
in New York City
I read about the events in
the Middle East
In the frosty New York air
I feel saddened
Yet rays of lights manage to
cut though my darkness
Perhaps, just perhaps
Peace will eventually reign
in the Holy Land
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