Muslims Display The Victory Symbol, Holding A Photo Of Osama Ben Laden - Poem by Max Reif
who look like good people,
like people I pass every day,
smile and give thumbs-up
as they hold to the camera a photo
of the man who masterminded murder
of thousands just like them.
The Absurd is never a stranger
in the brutal Theater of War:
Israel destroys Beirut
to find a few needles in its haystack,
but would they understand someone
levelling their neighborhood,
to look for a few 'bad apples'?
Would they feel that justified
the loved ones blown apart,
the screams and amputations?
But these Israeli soldiers,
whose grandparents died at Auschwitz,
have a trust to protect their people
so that horror won't happen again.
Once you start rolling back history
to look for a first, just cause,
you reach the beginning of time —
meanwhile, there are new
provocations, and the carnage
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