Nobel Prize Not A Seal To Gunter Grass Beak Poem by alexander opicho

It is not a confused whirr,
nor dumbish agitprop poetry,
nor ramblings of a jumbuck
in guest for freedom to peddle
the awry science of antisemitism,
it is a poetic license of word-power
for him to said what must only be said.

to sing cautionary verses and lyrics
against the flow of atomic warheads
from the America, or whatsoever
on the western and Germany submarines
to the land of Israel, where Netanyau reigns
in terror and racist tyranny con Palestine,
or to versify a caution of this atomic arming
of Israel but not her neighbors like Persia
the cradle of Omar Khayyam the Rubiyatist,
or else to disarm the Arab world, as Israel terribly
arms her sons and daughters with nuclear and Atomic drones
along with hatred of the neighbours in mad avarice for land,
is not at all a crime of poetry but Gunter's artistic morality.

Nobel reward cannot be a seal on your beak,
you Gunter, the brave son of Bundeslander,
we cannot be lulled to sleepish silence
with blissful feelings of Nobel Laureatry,
cosmetic dignity, nonchalance or standoffishness,
when terror is reigning in the Middle East
Israelis committing crimes against humanity
raping women, mauling children and shooting civilian Arabs,
that would be heinously wrong, punished even not
in the Hague of Holland but in the hottest place in hell
which John F. Kennedy saw Dante Alighieri creating,
for those who stand aloof, when evil is committed in the world.

Your communion in the Waffen schustafel or the Hitlerite SS,
is not impeachment on your moral history, nor reason for shame,
the poltergeist of Europe in the days of your youth was pure SS,
in nature, fibre and DNA, every European dreamed of a colony,
Britain and France cahorted to own Africa as their handkerchief,
Hitler bench marked to own France in 1943, a colonial vintage,
Hitler's Reich was genuine government in Germany,
democratically ratified by the voters in Germany,
Your service to Hitler was service to your country,
it was your turn of patriotism and love of fatherland,
like your contemporaries in other parts of the world
who prospered as the FBI, CIA, Mossadist, Kosmosols,
Gendarmes, Kanu youth wingers, or Colonial police
in Britain's Gulag in the name of African Archipelago.

i don't know what they mean,
when they call you Gunter the anti-Semite,
rebuking Israelis terrible killing of Arabs
is not reason not even an emotion enough,
anywhere, whether on earth or in the ethereal,
to call Gunter an anti-Semite or an immoral poet.

wasn't colonialism a warped racial conscience,
was it not anti-negroism or anti-africanism,
persistent torture of black slaves in America,
doesn't it call for social phenomenology?
isn't it Anti-blackism or it is only justifiable slavery?

Let Gunter Grass say what must be said,
let him sing what must be chanted,
Like Lenin and Gogol of Russia
let him do what must be done
let him fear what must be feared,
let him not fear the loss of Nobelite dignity,
Jean Paul Sartre won the Nobel Prize,
but his clear socialist consciousness
made him decline to pick the cash,
in true service to his ideals,
he still glowed like a bush fire
in the Harmmattan wind
he never waned in glory whatsoever
even in his current realm of abode
among the living dead of the world
he still shines as a center piece
when time for chance to voice of reason
is called for, for humanity's sake,
Let Gunter Grass say what must be said.