Two State Solution Poem by Frank Bana

To celebrate, I’m drinking lemonade
The two-state solution now is dead
With Egged we can all go home and watch
The video embed. Wailing and grinding
As we watch the great wall fall
Rubble engulfing the hungry pure
Just as it was foretold
Skull caps askew, the women take their place
Their beads and dresses sway, in ecstasy
Tearing their bonds and visas, chanting
Don’t talk of two when only one will do
There’s honey here for everyone. The bees
Have flown, the worker drones take charge
Of fighting for the comb. Old men
Hairlines, prayer-bumps receding
Bleeding, swarming in
Searching for the locks that fit
The keys their fathers hung around their necks
And ordered how they must never forget
Until the dawn, the day that surely breaks
When fear awakes and lords of iron
Will slumber still. A day of rest, undreamed and unexpected
When they went to bed. They now arise, and realize
Their maps are obsolete and wrecked.

The markets emptied of unleavened bread.
Dates and olives, orange juice, to celebrate instead
I’m drinking bitter lemonade, one with the people
Of the book, today it’s heard and said
The old two-state solution now is dead.
We ticket back to Kiev, Budapest
They’re called for us, rolling out the welcome mats
The party has begun, homecoming will be “live”
The cameras roll, the drunken lefties, writing blogs
Dancing close and dirty with the right wing ideologues
The first jet lands, the last jet leaves
The land of sacred true belief
To the waiting ones. Cast your rosaries
And worry beads aside. The children
And the righteous shall arise
From the smoke of ruined cars and burning skies
Inheriting this tortured compromise.