PULL THE PLUG

I say: Pull the plug On Israel Before she Pulls the plug On us!

Caught in Tit-for-tat struggle Of Biblical proportions never ending ever expanding eye for an eye tooth for a tooth "You strike me once, I strike you twice!" A horrible chain reaction That will bring The end Of the world.

And whose Idea was Israel To begin with? To put A bunch of Displaced Jews On Stolen land Surrounded by Angry Arabs? ours and the Brits'

Yes The Brits Took a Sword To the Map And carved Countries Out of the Endless stretches Of nomadic Sands

Yes They carved up The Middle East And told Wandering Arab tribes Whose land Was whose And then They established The oil industry There And . . . the rest is history

Making you Wonder If . . . it was all about oil to begin with Is that why We put Israel There?

So They could steal More land For themselves And Create More angry Arabs And More blood feuds That will outlast Us all Unless They kill us First

And We could Support all this To ease Our own Guilt Over Letting the Nazis Eradicate Half their Race

Sending how many . . . Al Jolsons Allen Ginsbergs Aaron Coplands Bob Dylans Elie Wiesels Irving Berlins Karl Marxes Sigmund Freuds & Albert Einsteins Up in smoke? How might The world Be different Today? How much better Might it be?

But Maybe It was really About Having a Bought-and-paid-for Ally Amongst All those Volatile Arabs Who control All that Oil

The only Answer The Israelis Give you When you ask them "Why all the bloodshed?" Is . . . they did such-and-such to us

Well . . . such-and-such and such-and-such goes all the way back To Christ And Christ Didn't preach . . . eye for an eye tooth for a tooth But . . . turn the other cheek Because . . . He knew where revenge takes the world It ends it.

So We send Good blood After Bad blood With no End in sight

And the . . . musicians composers writers poets mathematicians scientists doctors In Israel Are locked in Mortal struggle To protect their Fabricated homeland Not knowing where . . . the next bomb the next suicide bomber the next Arab uprising the next Scud missile Will explode Or when it might Kill them all

So I say: Pull the plug! Yes Pull the plug On . . . this endless battle this territorial grab this military meltdown this bloody nightmare this genocide this shooting children this holy war this holocaust That's turned Artists and geniuses Into COMMANDOS

Stop sending them Our billions To fund their Slaughter I say: Pull the plug On their Sandbox war!

Let them turn Their bullets Into pens And Their blood Into ink And Their suffering Into art

Evacuate Those who Can make The world A better place Set them loose in . . . Paris Vienna London Rome Stockholm Tokyo New York The great cities Of the world

So they can . . . make music compose symphonies pen novels create poetry solve theorems invent things save lives Instead of Taking them.

Yes Redeploy the Jews! Free them From this Tit-for-tat Rat-a-tat That goes ad infinitum ad nauseum Until it Brings an end To the world

Free them . . . to help us to raise us up to transcend our savagery Not succumb to it And descend into The bloody muck of REVENGE

I say: Pull the plug On Israel Before she Pulls the plug On us!

© 2003 by Michael J. Farrand