As a departure from the normal type of post here (there’s a normal post here? Good Lord, where!) … Ok, perhaps I’m overstating things: In an effort to say something in a different way (how’s that? Better. Good) I decided to use poetry as my means of communications … you could even say that this introductions is in free verse (well, you could, some might disagree, but they are Philistines, and who gives a damn about what they say anyway, right?), so the idea is fully integrated throughout my post.This is partially, though not entirely, inspired by a wretched work (some rhymes in free verse, though unintentional, seem conventional and work quite well so don’t get formalistic on me, lest you write your own verse in rebuttal) that opined the plight of Zionists that were offended that they should be accused of being related to the nazis.
While I replied to the posting, my response said I agreed: indeed, I don’t think that way. For the Zionist is not unto the nazis you see. They are fascists, still evil, quite violent you see. But nazis, not quite, not Aryan, not white; der Juden would never be allowed in the Party, they’d be shown through the door and into the ovens.
… ah, the politics of hatred. How refreshing … and so pathetically wasteful. For your own edification, the original poem (if you want to call it that) is here, and the article, on DesertPeace’s site is here … which is where I commented on the article.
one more
after a time
but not always that long
yet with hardly insignificant gravitas,
it waits in the shadows,
lurking like a feral dog
with patience surprisingly profound
there is hardly time for reflection
before the violence begins again
before blood flows – again
before children die – again
the feral dog, satiated
again and again
as before
fire has fallen
from the sky
on trails of smoke
from the north
on streaks of fire
from birds of steel
do the dying children
really care
as they breath their last
agonized breath
where the bombs that killed them
came from?
whether dropped from an F-15
or launched from the shadows
of Hezbollah’s entrenchments
the child knows
only one thing …
they shall not see
one more day.
Copyright © 2006 by CrazyComposer
(aka Peter Amsel)
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