As I sit alone I see
Slaughter after slaughter
Innocent children dying
For greed greed o my heart
Is saddened by greed and
Deaths deaths the smell of dead
Body's building up around me
I cannot take it no more
We are alone we are alone
We or dying one by one
Evil has taken over I sit
Alone alone I am I'm saddened
By life a dream of a bright future
And no tomorrow never comes
O why why why am I alone
My heartache had dying
I'm dying my future never
To be seen I'm alone the tears
Running down my face
O why o why I'm crying
Over over over again
A life time of war and
No dream of a better future
My days alone of hurt
Pain sorrow nobody
Cares about me nobody
Comes to help me
For others life is a perfect
Dream smiling laughing loving
Each other's hearts but
Please I'm dying I'm crying
And don't come for me
I'm worth nothing in life
While your children are
Worth more than me
I'm only a little Palestinian
Boy waiting to die
From Israeli soldiers
Nobody will ever come for me
I'll just wait to die.

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She was an earnest devotée.
Her ideals, birthed in Chardonnay
were globally diverse (read: white).
A liberal bark preceded bite.
Her crystal clearer than her vision;
she provoked bemused derision
as she breathed intolerance
toward all who would not dance her dance.
She swooned for distant pagan tribes,
attuned to their exotic vibes –
rapt in multi-culti piety
strangely deaf to her own society,
judged by her as abomination;
unredeemed. The background station
always stuck on N.P.R.
(the soundtrack of her culture war,
Pacifica News and Democracy Nows,
and other progressive holy cows)
Her motherland a shameful mystery:
guilty first, and void of history –
its origins defiled, corrupted…
while she enjoyed uninterrupted
freedom to pursue her whims:
misguided one-world global hymns.
The sisterhood of hu(man) kind
was foremost in her earnest mind –
even should that same sisterhood
be sealed by her well-meaning blood.
Out on a date with global death
she hoped to unify the earth
in solidarity with causes
led by killers, warlord bosses,
thugs she never knew existed
who, if she’d met she’d have resisted.
Her theory landed far from her praxis
spun, by default, on an evil axis.
Hot with zeal she fumed and stormed
quite certain she was well-informed,
at benefits, non-profit functions
rallies, boycotts, left-wing luncheons;
warm with righteous spite for Israel,
aiding and abetting Ishmael
with fellow-travelers, like-minded
similarly hateful, blinded,
rattling sabers, scimitars, axes…
(lunacy never wanes, but waxes
hotter with the passing years
as activists confront their fears).
She finally shilled for the Intifada
(stopping short of reciting Shahada),
reaching out to the terrorist
with righteous raised progressive fist…
offering thus her neck to blade:
collateral to be repaid
by murderers who couldn’t care less
about her open-mindedness.