I’m a hard-hearted woman; I’ve seen too much of life. I’ve seen the conflict, I’ve seen the strife. I’ve seen the kindergarten with its bombed-out walls. And I know that your tax dollars paid for it all. Killing people in their homes, in their hospitals, and schools, was outlawed by the world after World War II. Do you need to question why it breaks all the rules? Putting people into camps, and bulldozing where they lived-- so you can steal their land-- is a crime I can’t forgive. There has to be one Law for us all, on this planet. There is no such thing as justice if everyone can’t have it. Your people aren’t special, and no, they’re not “Chosen.” They’re grandiose fanatics, shooting, bombing and bulldozing.
Israel plans on building more West Bank "settlements," emboldened by Donald Trump. Yes, I have been there. The title of this poem comes from someone on another poetry site calling me a "hard-hearted woman."