A Prison Called Israel Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

A Prison Called Israel



jewish days are numbered
only there because of us
their empire will be dismembered
thrown under the bus

got to big for their boots
thought they could go it alone
forget where grow their roots
arrogant fools cannot atone

fifteen billion goy
surrounded on all sides
to fall another troy
submerged by eastern tides

for we are symbiotic
on our own cannot survive
regurgitate psycho politic
but it will not keep you alive

soon to face reality
where will you run to now
herded into your holy city
Israel the pen and you the cow
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Thursday, November 8, 2018
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