Yes, the “evil” Israelis again have upset
The world — shot civilians who’d peacefully met
To throw stones, cut wires, send kites to burn farms
With guns at the ready in case they could swarm
Through some breach in the border to where they could vent
Their just indignation on some settlement
Of Israelis whose right to exist they dispute.
But instead of just letting them slaughter and loot
The Israelis brought snipers and shot quite a few,
Including a few half-grown lads, it is true,
Who with boyish excitement took part in the fray
And did what the men did, and drew the same pay.
So now the world mourns for the innocent dead,
And leaders whose hands to the shoulder are red
With the blood of ten thousands stand up to accuse
The Israelis of wrong (they do not quite say “Jews”),
And the echo is borne on a media world-wind,
By prelate and pundit the message is dinned
In the ears of earth’s flocks, where some may be scratching
Their heads with the question: “Is some rabies catching?
Here’s this people whose chiefs could have easily made,
With all the world’s humanitarian aid,
A Garden of Eden — and squandered it for
An infernal warren of tunnels of war.
And those who are stopping them are the bad guys?
Well. truth in this world is quite often disguised…”
While the wisdom of ages awakes in its crypt,
And mutters, “When nations of conscience are stripped,
They have to be stopped at whatever the cost,
Or the whole cause of justice on earth will be lost!
Those whose pitiful sighs on the cruel are spent
At last on the just their anger will vent;
And not all can be spared who are born among those
Who bring punishment down by the steps that they chose,
Lest the world turn to chaos.” But all that’s too deep
For multitudes drowsed in a digital sleep
Or professionals always with one eye on grants
Whose source they don’t question; they can’t take a chance
On asserting what now is “correct” to deny,
Or they’ll get from their colleagues and friends the fish-eye,
And maybe get put on a list that someone
Is doubtless composing for when the time comes.
So by high-sounding phrases that served to disguise
Betrayal as kindness and fair compromise
We have reached a condition which surely appears
To an observer in some higher sphere
As though planet Earth had become a facility
For the housing of souls that had lost the ability
To notice the difference between dark and light…
Well, but Israel’s still here; so things may yet come right.