Dear Yehuda, I wrote this poem in 1979 at the time of the hideous murder of Israelis in Nahariya by the monster, Samir Kuntar. Perhaps you would like to reproduce it in your excellent blog now that the fiend has finally been eliminated. Shavua Tov, Victor Samir Kuntar Around midnight the monster came, Samir Kuntar was his name. Sent from Lebanon by the PLO, Jewish blood he sought to flow. In Nahariyah he found his prey, leaving his boat to kill and flay. Gunfire and explosions woke us then, as he burst in with yet more Arab men. We sought to hide and save our child, but they were vile, vicious and wild. They found Danny and Einat hiding from reach, but dragged them down to Nahariya's beach. There they murdered Danny in front of Einat's eyes, his death the last thing to see before she dies. Then smashing her skull against the rocks, Samir Kuntar exults and mocks. As Arab hate drowned Jewish love, I held my Yael, my blessed dove. Her mouth I covered to still her cries, but smothered her breath from which she dies. Oh, must we suffer again this yoke, as we did from the German herrenvolk. But now at last in our own free land, they kill again on Nahariya's sand. The Nazis of today mock and laugh with glee, as we give in to trade in infamy. We send to Lebanon and Hezbollah, the swinish murderer, Samir Kuntar. There still is time for the nation to prevail, no need for Israel again to fail. Let Kuntar rot for his evil creed, allow him not to plot another deed. Copyright © 1979 Victor Sharpe |
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