Against all enemies
i am your friend
Against all corners
i am your exit strategy
In open view
i am your unseen shield
In this broken world, g-d is my spy
and i am yours
Uncle Arik there you stood
rebuilding the land
one body at a time
We watched as
19-year-olds died
and borders grew
and so did your stomach
and every child wondered but was
afraid to ask, "Did he eat my bothers and sisters?"
You never quite understood,
"from each ability to each need"
So you resculpted Tzionism
to look like you:
and engorged ego over a "dirty jew"
racism to counter racism
that could never wash off the ancient libel
History will paint you a real estate baron,
giving people homes in exchange for their buffering your land;
trading out the lives of Israeli children to buffer their children,
who won't serve, pay taxes, or speak Hebrew....
..And then one day, take it all away
to make peace like it was a recipe you had been mixing all along
But we know that territory, like body count,
are just mechanisms to calculate
power
the narcotic which keeps your particular psychosis in check
Uncle Arik, sleep now
hang on to your piss bag and heart monitors
cling to this vegetable life
with your terminal ego
and tragic penis
and know
Know what i know:
Two decades of soldiers await you on the other side.
You had babies
I had a war
Your stomach grew big and your cheeks shown
with the warmth of life
Something gestated in me also
My baby grew round with shrapnel and cherry bombs
It cried for life
Shook with desire to suckle
from this world its revenge
Your baby grew and one day
born into the world,
which, beware, my child has not yet entered.
Joja is the imaginary friend of Unlikely 2.0 editor Jonathan Penton. She shows up when he's feeling particularly obsessive about his "feminine side."