The Bulldozing of Rachel Corrie
There are strange things done in the blazing sun
By fools who toil for causes.
The desert sands have their Arab bands
Who have seen many less wins than losses.
The Mid-East blights have seen queer sights;
But the queerest of all, the most gory
Was that day on the tip of the Gaza Strip
I bulldozed flat Rachel Corrie.
Rachel Corrie came from Isle of Maury,
Where the liberal breeds and grows.
Why she left her gang out west to hang
With the rags, God only knows.
She was never told that the lands of old
Had a Hebrew tale to tell;
And she’d often say in her churlish way,
“Those Jews should burn in Hell!”
On March 16, our ragtime queen
Made herself a human shield.
It was 5 PM and the light was dim
When in her horn she squealed.
“Now stop right there while I prepare
For a sit-in, brave and burly.”
But she was not seen and our ragtime queen
Became a sandy and gritty girlie.
There are strange things done in the blazing sun
By fools who toil for causes.
The desert sands have their Arab bands
Who have seen many less wins than losses.
The Mid-East blights have seen queer sights;
But the queerest of all, the most gory
Was that day on the tip of the Gaza Strip
I bulldozed flat Rachel Corrie.
That is wonderful! It deserves to be set to music.
Your poem is great, done in true Rudyard Kipling colonial meter. Yours?