1Dec/020
Poem: Oh Jerusalem
2002, the Second Intifada kicked into flaming overdrive by Bush's cowboy vendetta. Blood on all hands. Somewhere in Jerusalem there is an olive tree planted in the name of my mother. When peace comes even here, surely that will be the end of the age.
Oh Jerusalem
i have no words
i have no tears
i cannot weep
i cannot breath
the offering burned
the olive crushed
the plastique shroud
the gunship dawn
an eye for an
will die by the
let not one stone
shall fight unto
Oh Bethleham
Oh Tel Aviv
Oh Sharon
Oh Hamas
Pray
Pray for
Pray for the
pieces of Jerusalem