July 30, 2003

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.

Posted by John Tabin at July 30, 2003 01:13 AM
Comments

Ouch.
Well done.

Posted by: Kathy K at July 30, 2003 11:16 AM

Whoa! Awesome, dude! You've made me want to re-read The Spoon River Anthology......

Posted by: Susie at July 30, 2003 11:54 AM