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Verse Interlude

Some have taken to writing bad poetry about the mythical version of late "peace" activist Rachel Corrie. (Hat tip to Dave Weigel, who got it from Tim Blair.) I thought I'd write a more reality-based version. With apologies to Edwin Arlington Robinson:

Rachel Corrie

Whenever Rachel Corrie went down town,
We people on the pavement cried, "whoa, dag!":
She was lily white from sole to crown,
But she sure could burn a flag.

She was angry-faced and fire-eyed,
As amonst the refugees she walked,
And fluttered pulses when she cried,
"Die, Zion!" as children gawked.

She'd come to do the activist-tour thing;
And though she wore her headscarf with such grace,
When Israel-hating propagandists sing
Her praise they use her smiling yearbook face.

But in Rafah they smuggled weapons for their fight,
And cursed the Jews, and worked to make them dead;
And Rachel Corrie, on a springtime day's twilight,
Lay down and let a bulldozer crush her head.