12-01-2009, 03:12 AM
The following doggerel is offered, with apologies to Blake, as a meditation on the America that supports Israel.
Paper tiger, burning bright
On the desert's bloody rite,
What immoral hand or eye
Could prompt thy fearful sympathy?
In what distant cave of spies
Rose the fire of thy lies?
On what dreams did they conspire?
What the lips dare spread the fire?
And what profit and what lust
Could raise you from tri-colored dust?
And when thy flag began to wave,
Spare the fool, damn the brave.
What the lyric? What the rhyme?
In whose voice the anthem's time?
What the paper? What harsh pledge,
From the bottom slime we dredge?
When the star threw down its sign,
To guide to Earth a life divine,
Did He dream that as a flood,
Into His wake would come the blood?
Paper tiger, burning bright
On the desert's bloody rite,
What immoral hand or eye,
Dare prompt thy fearful sympathy?
Paper tiger, burning bright
On the desert's bloody rite,
What immoral hand or eye
Could prompt thy fearful sympathy?
In what distant cave of spies
Rose the fire of thy lies?
On what dreams did they conspire?
What the lips dare spread the fire?
And what profit and what lust
Could raise you from tri-colored dust?
And when thy flag began to wave,
Spare the fool, damn the brave.
What the lyric? What the rhyme?
In whose voice the anthem's time?
What the paper? What harsh pledge,
From the bottom slime we dredge?
When the star threw down its sign,
To guide to Earth a life divine,
Did He dream that as a flood,
Into His wake would come the blood?
Paper tiger, burning bright
On the desert's bloody rite,
What immoral hand or eye,
Dare prompt thy fearful sympathy?
Charles Drago
Co-Founder, Deep Politics Forum
If an individual, through either his own volition or events over which he had no control, found himself taking up residence in a country undefined by flags or physical borders, he could be assured of one immediate and abiding consequence: He was on his own, and solitude and loneliness would probably be his companions unto the grave.
-- James Lee Burke, Rain Gods
You can't blame the innocent, they are always guiltless. All you can do is control them or eliminate them. Innocence is a kind of insanity.
-- Graham Greene
Co-Founder, Deep Politics Forum
If an individual, through either his own volition or events over which he had no control, found himself taking up residence in a country undefined by flags or physical borders, he could be assured of one immediate and abiding consequence: He was on his own, and solitude and loneliness would probably be his companions unto the grave.
-- James Lee Burke, Rain Gods
You can't blame the innocent, they are always guiltless. All you can do is control them or eliminate them. Innocence is a kind of insanity.
-- Graham Greene