Come On, Sharon

Three / four decades bored... Oh me oh my I am almost speechless with the irony Whatever happened to the victims of the most monstrous crime in history? From justifiably angry camp survivors, steeped in zionism To bookshelf copies of Mein Kampf with neatly crossed out anti-semitism You're not learning the lessons taught Your cycle of history is pathetically short You were there, you saw and heard, and thus destroyed the lessons of Nuremberg You'd kiss that shining Lipstadt Fresh from judicial victory But I class her academia with Irving, her enemy And I won't have that accusing finger turned around and pointed at me You compound your racism by painting criticism with the broad brush charge of bigotry So think before you open your mouth and don't tell me it didn't happen These sights and sounds engraved on hearts We can't doubt the voices of the million dead But we can't doubt the indigment of these honest men (gaza, west bank, hebron, jerusalem...) We saw your bloody thumbprints on the gun-stocks in beirut And we heard your hateful footsteps at the temple of the mount So come on Sharon Face up It's too easy to let hate breed hate but that'll never be a decent excuse