The Ballad of Yassir Arafat

          Poor Mordechai was losing sleep.
          He wanted all of Palestine.
          But being slack, he couldn't keep
          The Ay-rabs of the land in line.

          The spiel he took from door to door:
          'Your house, God says, belongs to me.
          For two millennia or more,
          You've only had the tenancy.'

          But all his efforts to explain,
          By quoting screeds of Holy Writ,
          Brought no acceptance of his claim —
          In fact, the very opposite!

          Then up strode Sergeant Arafat,
          The stripes upon his sleeve still new.
          No task's too onerous for that
          Most craven servant of the Jew.

          'Too long have settlers lived in fear,
          Their lives beset by strife and trouble...'
          (He paused to brush away a tear
          That coursed through his designer stubble.)

          'I'll shield you from all grief and pain,'
          He said at last with sickly grin.
          'But first I need more whips and chains
          And jails to put my people in.'

          The Jews were rapt their former foe
          Would do their dirty work so well.
          They clapped their hands and cheered 'Bravo,
          O Noble Son of Ishmael!'

          And long and loud was the applause
          When Yassir rose to claim his due:
          A treasure chest with lots of drawers,
          A swagger stick and medals, too.

          So Yassir took his box of toys
          And set about his deadly game,
          Unleashing thugs and bully-boys
          Throughout his postage-stamp domain.

          'More tear gas!' he cried. 'More guns!
          More stocks of manacles and fetters!
          I'll teach that bunch of Hebron bums
          Israelis really are their betters!'

          The New World Order's chiefs conferred,
          And all agreed they were impressed.
          Their joint communique declared:
          'At last this land by peace is blessed.'

          But dolefully, I must relate
          The fate of Israel's bosom Pal.
          When once his crackdown was too late,
          They busted him to corporal!



          © Alan Ireland


          NOTE: As Noam Chomsky observes in Failed States:
          The Abuse of Power and the Assault on Democracy
          (2006): Under [the Oslo agreements of 1993], Ara-
          fat was assigned the role of being Israel's policeman
          in the occupied territories. Prime Minister Rabin could
          hardly have been clearer about that. As long as Ara-
          fat fulfilled this task, he was a "pragmatist," approved
          by the United States and Israel with no concern for
          his corruption, violence, and harsh repression. It was
          only after he could no longer keep the population un-
          der control while Israel took over more of their lands
          and resources that he became an archvillain, blocking
          the path to peace.




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