Israeli Ship of State Speeds toward Self-Destruction
By Genevieve Cora Fraser
Out to sea in a ship called Security
The Israeli Ship of State plows
Towards the rocks
Dead-reckoning
Apprehends danger
Spurs on to fight
Oblivious to their plight
Guns ablaze they assault
The harbor rather than dock
In safety too proud to calculate
The risks they flaunt
The rules of navigation
On their own course
To destruction too proud
To observe their predicament
Ignoring all warnings
All attempts at rescue
Israel counters intelligence
Plots a course
Destined to bring others
Down a suicidal
Endeavor too far
Right of center
Sails furled they speed
Into uncharted waters
Warring authorities
Bicker and bleed
Captained by insanity
Treason to reason
They seek to kill
Rather than be killed
A pirate enterprise
Seizing booty unbounded
Arrogant, intense
Meaning each offense
Treachery hidden by guile
They lie and smile
Destiny’s child
Believe all desired
Is within grasp
The lead ship
Israel
Underwritten
By Western alliance
Under an Eastern sky
Parallel universes dance
Collide
Stream forward
Twirling dervish
Spin a web
Israel’s shining hour
Has come and sped
Time collapses
Moments wane
Driven insane
Beyond hope or reason
For everything
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
From evil ways
Or number thy days
You
A stranger in a strange land
Fail to comprehend
Payback
Is a bitch
ENDS