Being locked up in one of the states institutions of repression, prisons, you have enough problems of your own, but somehow some find the time and the compassion to think of other people's problems. Another poem from the prisoners in Kilmarnock Prison.
SONNET TO GAZA.
Shalom? This is not the time for clandestine poets
To hurl shoes over Jerricho's fortified walls.
Stay calm. The stench of exploding verse
Will not deter the invading tanks of Saul.
You bragged that the lost tribe of Israel
Would not be dragged through the eye of a needle.
There would be corrective fury. An iron heel.
An eye for an eyelash. A fire that is truly biblical.
So you came in numbers. The Genesis of hate.
Judges & Kings till the job was complete.
Holy revenge against David's puny catapult
Daniel dismembered by the lion's savage maul.
When you heard the words "suffer little children"
Did you think it was one of the Ten Commandments?
KEVIN WILLIAMSON.
From the book Independent Minds, New poetry from HMP Kilmarnock. Published by Luath Press Ltd.
ISBN 978-1-910021-00-2
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