The Berlin Holocaust Memorial is stark.

For the Tool though, those Stelae made a brilliant backdrop

to his ‘Twenty-Two election publicity lark;

The Shoa, he reduced to a pantomime prop,

Behind you, behind you! Look, Sir, it’s the …!

 

At Auschwitz yer man is on ‘Twenty-Five’s photo-shoot,

The strain in his face, act studiously honed

to show that he cares, oh, look at him, look!

Look not at The Nakba, seventy-seven years old,

for why tell the …, when a good tale will do!

 

In the interests of honesty, more or less accurate,

he tells the client press, well, nothing but …!

Israelis are rightly, reported as “massacred”,       

yes, we know: ‘all life’s precious, here under God’s roof’,

but, why tell the whole …, a half tale will do!

 

Palestinians, in contrast, they just “lose their lives”!

how careless of them; have they no self-respect?

Life’s cheap to them, see how they live in such dives!

I despair of such people; but what else to expect?

Hey, why tell the …, when a good tale will do!

 

“…they won’t condemn Hummus, they eat Falafels,

and they want us to live under Shawarma Law;

they’ll ban us from eating pork scratchings and waffles!”

ever spouts the Hate Brewer, never resting her jaw,

spewing bile in The Sewer, and on Hope waging war!

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 24th January 2025