By Mike Jenkins
Bending, stooping
Thanking his nothingness
Tongue-lolling, supplicating
Baby-showering with gifts
Agreeing, agreeing
Wearing his required uniform
Fawning and favouring
His flatulent comments
Bowing lower than for a king
Taking his taxes
Like blows on the chin –
Smiling at his “stuff “
His likes and licking
The shoes he presses down
Upon your necks
Complimenting his weapons
His A bombs and technology
Nominating for peace prizes
Even as he supplies them
Feeding him minerals
Till he’s fat with raw materials
And prime sites for companies
Sitting at the table
With a cloth of his spangles
Chewing to the bones
Of suffering Palestinians.
