The state of Israel is masterful at blowing up any peace on the table. This time literally. Having bombed Hamas peace negotiators in Qatar, the world wince agin secures the genocide.
The state of Israel serves as the modern pharaoh of the middle east. The ancient Israelites, even after God led them out of slavery in Egypt, God obliged them to wander in the desert for 40 years, allowing time for the disobedient generation to pass away and a new generation, prepared to trust and follow God, to arise. Can the enduring ancient Israelites be freed of modern Zionism? And to what penance may they be obliged? This poem bemoans the loss of any sense of fair, and the steep fare that has replaced it.
Fair, Oh, Fare, O Israel
Kill the negotiations
Kill the negotiators
Abel only
To blow up
Any two peaces
However separate and unequal
No just apartheid
In the mine of Israel
Know just genocide
Their ethnicity cleansed
Of human laws
And a God unrecognized
Buy most
Arms
Strewn everywhere
In tents burning
In the arts of martyrs
Splattered on the concrete
Turning a nation
A land
Its people
Into God slaw
Embody parts of awe others
Know empty chair
No table
No knead of bread
Soully dried bones
Bared in the desert
Making you wander
To score
Slaves out of
The land of Egypt
Know longer
Fare, O Israel
