Siege of the Gaza Flotilla (a poem)

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“Siege, of the Gaza Flotilla!”
Screams the world at large…
And the flies have gathered around the din
Around the dung in candle light at dusk
Hours pass and hours pass
What are the flies up to?
Ships, at sea, the Gaza-bound flotilla
has been under siege…
I hear voices mimicking the UN:
“It’s the Jews again!”
The Turks call it a bloody massacre
The flies quiver, will their mission success
(The Turks and Hamas’ Palestine).
What comes later can’t be rushed,
What comes now are lies and bluffs
Diggers and the daggers,
And the beckoning gestures of
The Muslim world for Jewish blood.
Uncertain smiles here and there
And everybody, everywhere, everywhere
Everyone has their own perfect story:
And they swear and cuss and swear
From Malaysia, to Turkey to the US
They torch Israeli flags,
“Cut U.S., dollars”!” signs read!
Nine lost their lives!
Palestine will sing loud tonight
Not for the dead—that’s a rusty silence,
But for revenge, for once
They got the world’s sympathy,
And attention!

No: 2713 (6-1-2010)