The goal is to destroy the people of Israel....be ye not fooled!
They have absolutely no interest in your sovereignty:
A poem by my friend, Mr. Victor Sharpe
Samir Kuntar
Around midnight the monster came,
Samir Kuntar was his name.
Sent from Lebanon by the PLO,
Jewish blood he sought to flow.
In Nahariyah he found his prey,
leaving his boat to kill and flay.
Gunfire and explosions woke us then,
as he burst in with Arab men.
We sought to hide and save our child,
but they were vile, vicious and wild.
They found Danny and Einat hiding from reach,
but dragged them down to Nahariya beach.
There they murdered Danny in front of Einat’s eyes,
his death the last thing to see before she dies.
Then smashing her skull against the rocks,
Samir Kuntar revels and mocks.
As Arab hate drowned Jewish love,
I held my Yael, my blessed dove.
Her mouth I covered to still her cries,
but smothered her breath from which she dies.
Oh, must we suffer again this yoke,
as we did from the German herrenfolk.
But now in our own free land,
our leaders forget who landed on Nahariya’s sand.
The Nazis of today mock and laugh with glee,
for we give in to trade in infamy.
We send to Lebanon and Hezbollah,
the swinish murderer, Samir Kuntar.
There still is time; the nation to prevail,
no need for Israel again to fail.
Let Kuntar rot for his foul creed,
allow him not to plot another deed.
Copyright © Victor Sharpe