Let us not speculate from a cosy distance
From whence came the assassin
of brave Juliano Mer-Khamis
More futile still
Who killed Rabin? Mossad?
Was Abu Ammar poisoned?
Or was it Parkinson’s disease
That took him?
Little wonder his lips did quiver
Israelis forced a sick old man
To stare all day at a tank turret
From captivity in Ramallah
Do we need ask who is more crazy?
Qadhafi, George Bush or Sharon, the butcher of Beirut?
(My money is on Bush)
As the assassin’s bullet flies
Let not that dirty world of intrigue be for us
Tis enough to give abu Ammar a loving send off
Be sad for the passing of Rabin
For sure the people of Jenin,
The artists and filmmakers
Feel love, not shame
Freedom Theatre lies
on ground laid down by child martyrs,
A small girl stands on the rubble
of her town saying
Sharon was coming
So angry she burst into tears
with a great desire to take revenge
‘How legendary the cowardice of Israeli soldiers
Who hide inside their tanks
While children throw stones
And bombs that fall like rain’
Now you, brother, join Arna’s children
Vale Abu Juliano Mer-Khamis
4 April 2011