This poem is based on a true story. The wall built by Israeli goes through Palestinian farms without discretion and this woman who had to face the check points each day to work on her Uncle’s farm faced this indignity, which a year later had her die in a markets, in her effort to kill.
Is it revenge.? Is it as a result of powerlessness. I believe terrorism is a vicious cycle and we have a lot of work to do to change this world wide way.
requiem for a suicide bomber
twice each day
she passes through the check point
the eye of a needle
portal of a war-torn heart
to work on the other side
the concrete wall cuts
a vandal’s knife
through her uncle’s farm
on this day
shuffling through eyes lowered
she shows her work pass
well polished black boots
feet planted squarely apart
block her way
she looks up
his eyes
malevolent intent
blinding as the light off the barrel of his gun
her fear
his turn on
he taunts
pulls her hard against his uniformed body
like an inflatable sex doll
laughs at her impotent disgust
and his power
a year later
with posture of defeat
a heavy belt around her waist
steadfast
she walks into a busy market-place
her body
a weapon