The Shin Bet Man Stops By

“Justice,” my friend, is a fraudulent term,
A pompous replacement for others, which,
Lesser, but cleaner, mean simply that someone
Is certain that he deserves what he has got.
In this instance, it seems that I do. You do not.
Two thousand years, my people have wandered,
Reviled, without a land of our own, or certainty
That those around us would let us continue to work,
Or even live. They have killed us in millions.
So, to be safe, we have come here to settle. We
Live on your land, and, now, you are reviled,
And you cannot work, and you are not sure if
You'll get to live. You fight. I don't blame you,
But, so far, you fail, and, from here on the
Outside of your prison cell, I'm declaring
That justice was done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-04 at 23:14

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