by Badri Raina
Those whom Jehova chose,
those for whom Moses mocked
the Pharoah’s puissant nose,
those whose path was cut
right through the yielding heart
of the all-engulfing sea,
what comparison may be drawn
between suchlike and the ordinary.
Just as they had first right
to terrorist gangs—
Stern and Irgun were full of fangs—
the bombs they have may be
clandestine, with no sanction
in law or treaty
from Council or Assembly,
it remains God’s will that promised land
be secured by them through means
fair, foul, underhand,
appointing Sam watchman, ordained
to see never their prowess is drained.
The Persians are another ball game,
rudely, rationally, desiring the same;
as though the grand principles of liberty
can ever so universal be.
There are those privileged to make war,
and those others condemned to look
and wonder from afar;
and those destined to disappear
so the marauders may keep
raising the bar of freedom and democracy,
to the accompaniment of oil
wherever it be.
Children of Chanakya nod
in ancient approbation,
saying give us more Mossad,
make us a great nation.