I love to see my son's head
Thrusting out of the hatch of his tank - that Advertisement
Mighty steel giant long broad and fortified
Better than any Panzer in the Second World War
No bleeding-heart poet can be revolted by him
Ridicule him and suggest to the crewman to think
For himself in other words to rebel
(This is an educated mother, she, too, has read Brecht)
I am myself a second generation Holocaust survivor's daughter
Know my son might be seen as a bullying Goliath
And not as fair-eyed David skilled musician and sexy
Who slings a smooth stone into the azure emptiness
Gaining the right to chop off the head and to fling it like a watermelon
And to spill from his pouch two hundred Philistine foreskins
To the cheers and snorts of joy of the world and History
(She wasn't born in Sparta, she knows where it's at)
And don't tell me about the regrettable hit
That the shell from my son's cannon by mistake breached
Of all places the home of Abu al-Aish the humanist doctor from Jabalya
And instead of executing a targeted assassination of a murderous terrorist
Based on verified cross-checked reliable information of intelligence and Shin Bet
Killed the daughters of the doctor who worked with us at Soroka
A brave person who believed in coexistence and in man as such
(In her childhood she also knew by heart Sahki Sahki)
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1056661.html
His mother said:
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but what canst thou say?
Margaret Fell, quoting from her first encounter with George Fox
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