West Bank Worries - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I do remember you, Sharron.
You waved and danced when,
you and yours at last had won,
and in those heady days 'twas you
who stated, adamantly, that......
the Westbank would be populated,
those words must have been true
back then, so who was it that spat
into a settlement and uttered those
ill-fated and destructive high commands,
some think it may have been a rat
as rats exist all over, in all lands
but rats are always rats and never men.
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