Sunday, April 26, 2009


Tributes fill my coffers
Like manna from on high.
My banners fill the horizons.
Their blue stars flame in my eye.
My armour is impenetrable.
My beard of razor wire.
My wrath cannot be measured.
My breath is as white fire.
My mighty sword is poised
To scythe down from the sky.
My voice causes the very earth to quake.
Those who bend not to my will
Must most surely break.

Why then, does your hand still shake?
Why does your mind writhe
With thoughts so bleak and so appalling?
Why this helpless sense of falling?
What is your answer
When the naked light of day
Reveals your wretched feet of clay?

Aaronovich bites the dust big time. The UK envoy to the UN shoots himself in the foot in public. The faithful friends of Israel are not so self assured.

1 comment:

  1. I wish I shared your optimism! But one thing is certain... that there are reasons to be cheerful for those in this struggle is itself a victory.