My Palestinian father named his donkey after you.
Yahu—everyone thought it was for the Internet,
but he knew. Now I think he insulted the donkey.
.
The donkey was friends with a horse, in a field.
They didn’t have much, but they shared it.
Pink flowers in spring—neither of them
tried to rule the field.
.
Your army just bombed a U.N. center for refugees.
Gaza, imprisoned in poverty for decades—
take that! More blood for supper.
.
Years since my father died,
his donkey still stands quietly
gazing from enormous eyes,
hanging his humble head.
“To Netanyahu” from The Tiny Journalist copyright 2019 by Naomi Shihab Nye, BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.
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Oh Naomi….so beautiful so sad…so funny (in a sad and sad way). Can’t wait to see you. Aziz would be so proud…of course…and I agree…the donkey was..how you say…over named…x
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Brilliant, beautiful, poignant, your Dad sounds like mine!!
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so evocative, with tears and hope both from the heart
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A sad, but great, poem.
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