Tue 11th Aug 2015
“God! That photograph of the Palestinian Camp looks Biblical. Almost apocalyptic.
But it does show
That God’s hand is in all of this.
Theirs is the Promised Land and the Palestinians
Are Muslim invaders who should move on.
Ah! The Lord is so wise, so gentle, so just
And so jealous... Amazing... ”
And she crossed herself several times as she handed back
Containing a tent city
Under that jealous God’s angry dark clouds
Covering endless Muslims who are hell bent on destroying Jews and Christians (who, in Israel, are not Arabs really...)
“Muslims are fake,” she added, smiling lovingly.
“Like a fake five Dollar bill. It almost takes you in... but then you look and you know better.
Only the Lord is real... all else is fake...” and her big eyes twinkle -
Affectionately at the Palestinian friend’s face -
Little seeing the deep hurt of his lacerated heart and home
That fake refugee bastard seeking redress for his people’s sins... down a dark hot still alleyway
steps crunching forward
a knock loud and dark
like a grandfather clock passing time I have come are you ready
steps upwards left another knock thundering
birds twittering for time
down a dark hot windstilled alleyway questions fly hard territorial words who am I where are we
the only reply from mass graves with plenty of time