Posted by Jalal Uddin Khan on JANUARY-18-2010 ID#=101152
Happy New Year (2009) to Israel
_____ Jalal Uddin Khan
jukhan@gmail.com
Gaza is in grisly ruins again
All rubble, soaked in blood
Littered with the torn remains still tender
Still in red patches of shirts and slippers,
Of toddlers and adults, teens and lovers,
Determined to remain, even in death,
Witness to the living, unfolding saga of Palestine;
To wish Israel a Happy New Year,
Two Thousand and Nine.
The rest are running away, in choking fear,
Their homes all shattered, the dead
Of their own left behind,
To be collected for a quick and brief burial
If and when there is a long-enough lull.
Yeah, Happy New Year to you, Israel,
And many more happy returns of the feat,
No matter if no more Arab tears are left,
No matter how noble is their cause,
How may they be long-suffering,
Long-resisting in their uprising,
That you have just accomplished,
Rolling out your Nobel Peres tanks
Into the helpless Gazan homeland,
Their hapless children, innocent brethren,
With all of you united, like conjoined babies,
Ehud and Likud, Shas and Shaoul, Livi and Lab,
So much fun to descend down
On the Arabs so disunited.
No doubt, you have ever been excellent
In making their streets wet
With blood spilt for peace and freedom
As if Palestine is the only field you know
To stage, of your shooting spree, the periodic show
To test out, to perfection, your martial skills,
As if Palestine is the only killing field
Like a designated hunting ground
Or a smoking zone, where
With no violation of rights or laws
You are pleased to practice your drills
And make them submit to the bone.
From the time of the old Bible,
What is death to them is fun to you
Like the boys and the frog of the ancient fable.
You have always been great like the Pharao
In slaughtering their children,
Just as Hitler was in finishing yours.
Are you not a Grendel from the Mediterranean mire?
Even the Dead Sea comes alive, screaming,
As the Homeric Scamander did in swelling,
With your draconian terror, so beastly,
Unleashed on every cycle of Palestinian protest,
Thickening that Sea؟s already thick density,
Lowering its already low level,
Bringing it ever closer to Scriptural end؟
A prediction supported by your fateful creation
From scattered, isolated habitation
Having wandered, for centuries, without a home.
If it is by you, it is a clear case of retaliation,
A very rightful, lawful retaliation,
If it is by rock-throwing Palestinians,
It is a senseless violation,
An unprovoked aggression,
In the language of Western diplomatic mediation,
An easy and opportunist change of definition;
Encouraged by the advantage of disunited,
Those knee-broken, neighboring Arabs,
Famous for their mendicant ways of survival,
Cocoon-insulated from Western reprisal.
So, all you do, Israel, is just and defensive,
White Phosphorous too is permissive;
All they do is wrong and offensive
A violation of human rights;
But mind it, for sure you know it,
Every time they do it
There is born a terrible beauty
To force you to contemplate
How lowly is your self-consuming vanity;
Every time you magnify
Their plaything rocks and rockets
Into IB and Tomahawk cruise missile,
You give their resolve few other gobbets.
Your crafty strategy:
Deny them everything: home, land, life
(That you yourselves were once denied),
Squeeze them to the limit
But keep talking the talk of negotiation,
Exploit every means of subversion,
Move the goalpost with the carrot as a ploy,
When you sit down for your media opportunity
With the specter of the periodic Mid-East envoy,
Use the stick to scare them to the wall of Al-Aqsa,
Execute the option of force faithfully,
Inflate them as powerful an enemy
As Japan was once to America
Prompting the leveling of He؟shima Na؟shaki--,
Is too well-known to be recorded in history.
Your massacre is just a security measure,
An exercise in self-protection,
That؟s the loving expression
Your conniving friends employ,
At best a slight excess of a spoiled boy,
Belatedly yet benignly you؟re asked
To restrain, to honor a cease-fire,
Lest your bombs and bullets
Leave many more babies, sucking or sleeping,
Parents, weeping, wiping,
Sons and daughters, bright and blooming,
But no stranger to tears,
Yet plucking up courage to be in fighting gears--
Slain, buried in rubble, bleeding to death,
Uprooted, fleeing for life,
Bereft of everything they could call their own,
Left with nothing to cling to.
Hamas democratic majority is no democracy
But yes to the dictatorship of Zionist majority;
Israeli tumor is no tumor
At best benign, so could be pampered,
Palestinian is malign, a pestering wound
Requiring a major surgical operation.
Until it is time to reverse the equation
Perhaps only by God؟s men, and get even,
It is your way or no way,
So, Happy New Year, Israel, up and away!
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