We, the Smart People.
I cannot hear them in my valley, their agony,
frankly, I don’t care. They call themselves
Palestinians, mere nomads, complain about
grievances caused by us, we, who came to
the Middle East tore off the romantic veil of
olive and mules in a land of serenity, and created
a modern state. Freedom, what do they know?
Never had any of that before we came, they had
burning bushes, goats, sand and endless time.
We have built many walls to keep them apart
from us, it is what they wanted, live in noise
and filth; so don’t you blame us; but it doesn’t
have to be like this, all they have to do is to say
they accept us and we will supply them with
drinking water, health service and work; they
never had any of this before. Freedom! They do
go on, why should they want freedom from us?
We, are a bright race, why, we even run the USA.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, August 25, 2008
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