I curse you, o Israel!
I curse your armies and their long knives and pistols whipping
Poised to slit the throats and puncture the bodies of the innocent
I curse your Prime Minister, and his cruel lips dripping
With the words of expansion and neutralisation, insistent and unrepentant
I curse you, o Israel.
I curse the flower of your youth, the young Israelis
Marching into the homes of their neighbours, annexing
The homes and stealing the land of Palestinians; the chrysalis
Of nakbatic resentment and rebellion burning, raging, ablazing
I curse you o Israel.
I curse your armies, with their bombs and their missiles
Raining down on the homes and the parched desert plains
Where does it say, in your Talmuds and your missals
That there is justification in murder for such fraudulent gains?
I curse you, o Israel!
I curse your nation and its brutal forgetfulness
You who have borne the brunt of industrial murder
Now commit murder in turn, without tear or remorse
May your crimes today pull you under and asunder!
Today we are armed with nothing but tearful prayers
But look, yonder, the armies of angels in the Heavens
Say “Amen!” above us, in the skies and its seven layers
Their lances shall pierce your skulls and impale your legions!
