Longer Poem in Smaller Writing

 

The two kids in the playground are Israel and Palestine.

The rest of the world are the other kids who form a large circle.

Most chant for the bigger boy, the bully, for they have created him.

but they get bored and run indoors on the dinner bell.

But David and Goliath do not hear it and keep slugging it out,

as the afternoon lessons drone on like an air raid siren.

Goliath has got out his flame thrower and his tanks and his bombs.

while David has his catapult.  

The noise is deafening.

Teachers come to the windows followed by the pupils.

The blood trickles down David’s face from ‘the temples.’

The headmaster who looks like Joe Biden makes it halfway across the sandy

quad but then turns back as if he has forgotten something.

The Groundsman is even mowing the grass as the carnage continues.

David will not give up, as parents arrive to pick up their children.

Big beefy Dads have to turn away with sick stomachs.

Goliath is hearing voices from his past telling him he is the chosen one.

and he can do just what he likes because

he knows that most people are scared of God even if they do not believe in him.

The fight continues into the following day, days, weeks, years, decades.

The school has now become a Housing Estate, ‘a settlement’.

and the former pupils and staff now dead.

Nobody learnt a damn thing in that place.