Gaza Slave Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Gaza Slave

The Gaza man looked stunned he carried two
Jute sacks that were bloodied and reminded of
Someone who had bought meat
At the illegal slaughter market
But it was worse than that he carried the remains
Of his family after yet an onslaught by the Israeli
Military machine mostly financed by the USA.
Now the Gaza man had to sort out the remains
And bury the right pieces.
If you asked an Israelite sitting on a hillside
Enjoying the bombing eating something correct food and
Drinking beer he will look angrily at you and say
Israel has the right to defend itself
And if that means the eradication of the Palestine's as a people
So be it.
Israel to my sorrow has developed into a state that
Has lost its humanity
The Palestinians carry our forefathers' anti-Semitic views
As a heavy burden