The night before Christmas...in Palestine
a poem in tweets by
Arun Gupta ‏@arunindy
1 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the strip The IDF was shooting, even a gunship;
2 The bombs were dropped by homes without a care; To ter'rize Palestinians who all lived there;
3 The children were bleeding all over their beds While visions of cluster-bombs danced in their heads;
4 And mamma hit by shrapnel, and I by a round, Watched our brains leak out, all over the ground.
5 When out in the street my neighbor was splattered By a tank that crushed him like he didn't matter
6 Away went my door splintered with a crash, the house filled with tear gas followed by a flash
7 When what to my burning eyes did I find, But a Merkava tank and eight soldiers inside;
8 With a bloodthirsty driver who howled, "Yippie!" I knew in a moment he must be Bibi.
9 Deadlier than mines his commandos were insane And he screamed, and screeched, and vomited their name:
10 "Now, Dayan! Now, Barak! Now, Peres and Ya'alon! On, Levi! On, Mofaz! On, Eitan and Sharon!
11 Seize all the West Bank! Build an Apartheid Wall! Now detain them! Torture them! Kill them all!"