Palestinian Suicide Bomber Girl.
First of Many.
She’s my Palestinian Suicide Bomber Girl.
This ballad; less about her than a Cruel Sick World.
She thought soothing lunacy would numb her pain.
Yet her dying breath remained excruciatingly sane.
It touched me deeper how she died
Than anyone alive.
What a waste of lives, I cried!
More futile twisting
of serrated knives.
But there’s no cut cuts deeper than the Reaper’s scythes
When your people are corn only madness survives. Only madness survives. No one’s a civilian in a war against children. No one’s a civilian. Everyone’s a victim. She’s my Palestinian Suicide Bomber Girl. Round the spine of endless time; a foetus curled. Her liquid eyes solidify the darkness of my soul. I beg the thieves return to her the innocence they stole. In my dreams she speaks but all I hear are sirens. Bullets ricochet. A carnival of screams. Then silence. Wafa was a medic where violence thrives on hate. In a battered ambulance that always arrived too late, She fought to fan a flicker of life in juvenile bones. In her sleep she’d always dream Dead children throwing stones. Throwing stones. No such thing as neutral. Fear and loathing mutual. No such thing as neutral. Killing becomes ritual. With sinews weave wet tapestries of chaos carnage wrought. The doomed, the damned, the desperate in webs of blood are caught. Gaza, the bazaar where lost souls bartered for, are bought, In snipers sights harsh lessons of martyrdom are taught. In a gore drenched ambulance she strove to come to terms, With the shrapnel and bullet wounds that spread in flesh like germs, in the bodies of the frontline kids; young heroes throwing stones, The spirit of resistance is being fed by broken bones. And as the valiant Jews of Warsaw fought the Nazis long ago, The Powers That Be betray them to struggle, pray and die Alone. Prey dies alone. She’s my Palestinian Suicide Bomber Girl. She saw the bloody banner of insanity unfurl. I weep for her deeds. I mourn for her world. And like a spinning dervish ever higher she whirls. A tragic beacon; For all Tomorrow’s Palestinian Suicide Bomber Girls.
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