21 09 2011

Please switch on the telly my dear,

Or we will miss the news, I fear,

And we won’t know who murdered his wife,

Or who on the roads lost his life.

Or who, at a club, was stabbed at night,

Or which of our forests was set alight.

Or whom of our ministers is being charged,

Or who, among them, is still at large.

Or which of the Arabs are being abused,

Because, to give up their land, they have refused.

Or which of the rabbis are charged with rape,

Or other things, which leave us agape.

And we won’t know whose children are still alive,

Or whether those living near Gaza managed to survive.

And so we are never short of news,

Because this is the country of the Jews.





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