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The
Wall: by Craig Cook
Written during the second
intifada prior to the start of
construction on the Israeli / Palestinian Barricade. |
Are we too
blind to see what’s happening here?
The Berlin Wall is rising again.
The War on Communism
The War on Drugs
The War on Terrorism
The War on What’s Next?
Erect barricade of blood and mistrust
To stem violence in form of
1 part un-human, 1 part un-weapon.
Suicide bombings and military occupation,
Serving up public one people one nation.
The political powers sacrifice the weak,
Israelis and Palestinians dead on the street.
Arabs in the Ghetto, the Gestapo is Moss ‘ad,
Mothers buying Seder meals now nearer to their god.
Israeli services divide the women from the men,
Breaking up families, putting fathers in the pen.
Would that drive you to strap a bomb to your chest?
Sacrificial pawn in this human game of chess.
The US has instigated this attitude towards terror,
When the conflict blows up, will we admit error?
To bring to the foreground a new kind of war,
Advertised by news crews all keeping score,
As their ratings soar higher than ever before,
Innocents die by the hand of no more,
Than a dozen or so men with their eye on the spoils,
The lives of civilians mean nothing for oil…
But now women have given up their right to life,
Displaying to the world their hopeless plight.
WOMEN have stepped up and joined this fight,
WOMEN who have CHILDREN who think it’s right,
That their mothers commit jihad so they can sleep at night.
Six Bombs in Six Days and Six Nights.
Six Bombs in Six Days and Six Nights.
Sick people resounding with fright, fright
Of a time when your life would mean something.
Then not-something is better than nothing.
If we build that wall, it will be on the backs of our children.
The selfish act of choosing sides of man life vs. another.
To disturb the natural order is to determine fate,
Discriminate,
Increase the hate,
A master race,
Will rear its ugly head from the well of past ideals,
And bring about the coming day, to end our time in this earth
place.
The death of a Jew may mean little to you,
But I scar and I cry every time that they do.
And I know that Allah has a love for me too,
For I mourn the death of both Arab and Jew.
And pray for the day when understanding can triumph over nearsightedness.
And cry out at the actions of my government.
And On The Seventh Day He Rested. |
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