Sharon, The Man Of Peace - Poem by Shafiqul Islam
Sharon, the dogs will, of course, call you
The Man of Peace
By your blessings they fill their stomachs
with human meat
In the senate of the vultures
you will surely get hundred per cent vote
in favour of your genocide.
Those vile insects, donning their black jackets,
will accord you a red carpet reception
in the sandy desert land,
for, you have given them as a present
a favourable land, slippery with blood.
Desert vultures fly over your head
flapping their wings
for, you have made them a gift
of hundreds of corpses
and uprooted a whole freedom-loving population
from their homeland.
You have turned Palestine’s holy land
into a foul-smelling, vulture-loving,
dumping ground of dead cattle.
Your hand has always been steady
in the act of murdering men,
yes, Sharon, you are a man of peace.
Killing numberless men, women and children
in sabra- shatil-zenin
You have presented the western world the vanquished corpse
of Arab nationalism
Sharon, a man of peace like you
is a rarity in this world.
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