Nanna – A Poem by Shahar Golan

 

 

Show me the soap, Nanna
The one you said you kept,
The one inscribed R.I.F. for
Reichs-Juden-Fett.

You do not know where it is
You say with clear frustration,
A bar of soap that proves, mind you,
Our people’s extermination.

You never had a bar of soap,
You liar! Liar! Liar!
You never had a bar of soap,
You Holocaust denier!

 

 

I Hope My Daughter Grows Up to Be Just Like Shakira – A Poem by Shahar Golan

 

 

I hope my daughter
Grows up to be
Just like Shakira,
A strong confident woman
That must be caged
Before she can dance
Inside a glittery vagina.

 

 

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