No, Board of Deputies of British Jews,

you do not speak for her;

neither does the tool-maker’s son,

he does not speak for her;

nor you, Hotovely, you don’t speak for her…

 

…for that brave Jewish lady with a conscience

whose family died in The Holocaust,

who, in London, engaged in peaceful protest,

was harassed, arrested and detained

for twenty-four hours by a bored-stiff Ploddess

who had bugger all else to occupy her time,

but to hurt that lady’s arms with her handcuffs.

 

No, Board of Deputies of British Jews,

You do not speak for them;

Neither do you, the tool-maker’s son,

You do not speak for them;

nor you, Hotovely, you don’t speak for them…

 

…for the anti-zionist Jews of the Torah,

attacked in Jerusalem by baton wielding thugs

because they displayed solidarity with Palestinians;

you don’t speak for Jews protesting removal

of Palestinian flags in Mea Shearim,

and you don’t speak for me, because my heart is breaking,

you speak for Netanyahu whose heart’s made of stone.

 

You speak for illegal occupation and genocide,

You speak for the killing of innocent babes,

You speak for the hate that burned the whole world,

For whose victims we’ve just held a two-minute silence,

On whose sacred memories you’ve chosen to spit,

 

So, zip it, dear Rabbis,

And zip it, you Tool,

Please zip it, Hotovely,

Just zip it,

Just go.