Training Prized Young Mujahedins
(To An Orphaned Palestinian Child)

 

Another bleak, black-propaganda afternoon.
His son, a toddler, behaving much like one:
Others prone to believe, "like father, like son,"
A genetic conundrum, tragic as certain doom.
This one, conceivably, too will have that fate.
Labeled black for having strutted a blackness
Gained from spells of getting so blackened
By a bleak, black-headed, blabbery intestate.
The father’ll be a paradigm to this poor son,
And maybe that prediction pleases everyone?
After all, the hypotheses of hatred feel as one
With non-quizzical dawning wishes ‘pon one

Omar who owned a trophy envied, so sorry,
Contesting for which is this standing theory.

 

 

 

 

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