Axis & Allies - damowords

The Last Grunfeld
Twixt battles lost & won vast empires stand,
Tho soon to be but words upon a page,
Now all seems vain where once was good & grand,
The passing of the European age;
But still her soul
Strides thro the worldʹs affairs,
ʺFree Palestein!ʺ the call, it seems nobody cares.
As in the heart of Araby,
With Isreal victorious,
Elderly Anna Bukowski
Helped herself onto the bus
& although well over ninety
She did so without fuss,
When the wild‐eyed martyr from Palestein
Charged tween the seats with steep, religious whine
& pulls the cord, corpse blown apart,
End of the Grunfeld clan,
The peace talks start, an armour’d cart
Faces the caravan,
With both sides hunting justice from any partition plan.
Gaza
1993
Modern Holocaust
Back in the city where the Arch Duke died,
Murder heralding many millions more,
Manʹs thoughts returning to his genocide
Fed by another bloody civil war;
The great schism
Of Yugoslavia
Petrifies the Muslims of Eastern Bosnia.
The UN leave the safe enclave
& Allahʹs few to their fears,
The Serbs come on, wave‐after‐wave,
One hundred & fifty years
Since they were flung into a grave
Protruding spikes & spears;
& reaching a warehouse in Glogova
From their forces flies the goddess KARMA.
What wrath so many Muslims feel
Machine guns & grenades
Whip, whoom! & wheel, what murdʹrous meal
Soon thousands join the shades,
Corpses pit‐hoarded with their widowʹs photos in parades.
Srebrenica
1995