A Poem for Hanan Ashrawi | Francis A. Boyle
A Poem for Hanan Ashrawi
Francis A. Boyle
Fall 1991
There we were
At the Grand Hotel
Supposed to be negotiating peaceWhen Hanan got word
That the Israelis were expelling
Women and children
From their homes in Silwan
During the pouring rain
You could watch it on CNNSo Hanan called a press conference
Down in the lobby
I marched down with her
The klieg lights were on
The jackals were there
It was Hanan against them
With a young female aideAs Hanan spoke
And the jackals pounced
She fought most valiantly
For PalestineThen embraced her young aide
A tear fell from her eye
Madonna with Child.Fab
ENDS