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