Benjamin Netanyahu. Image: Wikimedia commons
By Omar Sabbagh, from Beirut, March 2026
A clear day for bombs.
Sky relentless with sky.
The world a window in sum.
So, let the barbarians come
with their screwy eyes
and their bowlegged limp,
cowards droning-on like robots
more limbed by lifeless stone
than their erstwhile robots.
Cynicism seems to win
the day. Sheer might starts to bray
mulishly from a safe-set distance,
killing litanies of innocence
and clearing the world we know
of trust, faith, its sometime glimmer, sometime glow.
Muscle is the idiot it always was,
smashing the very walls
of the world like delicate glass
now tinkling to the floor,
the last harebrained witness
of what was never whole,
of what was never even
solid in time before.
Time to come and time
gone past, and even now,
feel like three different cages.
Simply put, there are no more doors.
