Monday, 18 May 2009
I watched as F16 jet fighters flew over Gaza,
Bombing city streets at friday prayer,
Thousands were on their knees, each defiant,
Not a single one raised a head, nor an eye,
To watch them as they streaked across the sky,
Whilst from nearby streets rockets were firing,
As she resistance threw stones at tanks,
For that is faith in all its fatal beauty.
But to not unleash those bombs,
Upon the enemy on their knees below,
To resist the temptation to kill,
To pour down fire upon the heads,
Until not one remains to breath,
That is the duty owed to ones nation,
In all its well disciplined glory.
For if the situation were reversed,
Would those oppressed so defer,
From pulling at the killing trigger,
And wiping from the face of the earth,
The eternal enemy of the Zionist entity ?
No, and no again, a thousand years or more,
As the hand of history so records,
Writ with a bloody pen upon those sands,
For all to see and for all to ignore.