Posted by
Steve Smith on
Feb 27, 2006; 4:00am
URL: http://friam.383.s1.nabble.com/Washington-Post-Why-I-Published-Those-Cartoons-tp521421p521443.html
>
>> They do this, we do that.
>> The fued continues,
>> as fueds always have
>> and always will
>
> I sure hope the vicious cycle stop, if there is a future for humanity
> beyond
> the next 100 or so years.
I submit to you all, the following poem.
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THE PEOPLE OF THE OTHER VILLAGE
hate the people of this village
and would nail our hats
to our heads for refusing in their presence to remove them
or staple our hands to our foreheads
for refusing to salute them
if we did not hurt them first: mail them packages of rats,
mix their flour at night with broken glass.
We do this, they do that.
They peel the larynx from one of our brothers? throats.
We devein one of their sisters.
The quicksand pits they built were good.
Our amputation teams were better.
We trained some birds to steal their wheat.
They sent to us exploding ambassadors of peace.
They do this, we do that.
We canceled our sheep imports.
They no longer bought our blankets.
We mocked their greatest poet
and when that had no effect
we parodied the way they dance
which did cause pain, so they, in turn, said our God
was leprous, hairless.
We do this, they do that.
Ten thousand (10,000) years, ten thousand
(10,000) brutal, beautiful years.
from SPLIT HORIZON, (Houghton Mifflin, 1994)
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? 1995-2006 Dia Art Foundation
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