Poems: Gaza Ghetto, Belsen by the Sea.
The Gaza Ghetto
We remember, work sets you free, From the holocaust, and scream. Breaking our concrete bonds, We munch our way towards Pharaoh. Clawing at clay, To fashion our freedom, We escape Zion's den. 'Bent double, like old beggars under sacks. Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we curse through sludge', Across the strip, Wondering why Allah has forsaken us. We hear the noise of thunder, And behold. One of the four beasts: 'A Pale horse, and Hell followed with him'.
Belsen By the Sea
Yid think they'd learnt their lesson That violence does not pay, So that body piled on body Would not haunt us day by day.
They'd come sailing from Londinium To make Belsen by the Sea, While they cared not for our people With their anti-symmetry.
We'd watched the human waves, Come crashing, falling, all around, The desperate and the vanquished, Informed, its now your town.
No Juden in our heimat was the Wind that filled their sails, Our people and their problems No longer their prevail.
At first the waves came lapping, To lull us with our pride: To build a new Jerusalem Would be their smart aside.
Then mazeltov's exploded, Upon our neighbour's wall. The laughter, it rang hollow, As we watched the semites fall.
Stern gang followed stern gang, 'Likudating' the Shia fray. Palestine, no dopplegang, In their anti-semite sway.
We'll rid the land of Arab, In Belsen by the Sea, So that Juden can obscure, European bestiality.
They'd come sailing from Londinium To make Belsen by the Sea, But they cared not for our people With their anti-symmetry.
Now we sit here in our bunkers, And smirk at our decline, Jerusalem, is sparkling, As we hear katyusha's chime.
Yid think we'd learn our lesson, That violence does not pay, But Sunni piled on Shia, Still haunts us to this day.
-Sean Brennan lives in Belfast. He contributed this article to PalestineChronicle.com.
Copyright A[umlaut] 2006 palestinechronicle.com
Provided by Syndigate.info an Albawaba.com company