When I heard Bob Dylan was playing in Tel Aviv I was absolutely incensed, I know his supporters and sycophants argue that their beloved Bob is just a song and dance man but I have to say to them that there is such a thing as artistic integrity and in my view Bob Dylan demonstrated a crass lack of that when he played in Israel. I was filled with such a feeling of disappointment that I wrote the following poem:-
DONT COME TO ME
Don’t come to me
When you’re crawling to your god
Don’t come to me
When you’re writing rotting cod
Don’t come to me
When the princes have all fled
Don’t come to me
When the riders a-rri-ved
Don’t come to me
Now the watchtower has burned down
Don’t come to me
Now there’re barbarians in the town
Don’t come to me
As I dodge and duck and dive
Don’t come to me
While I struggle to survive
Whilst Edgars imp’s
Still poking in the corner of your mind
Some of us are
Trying to work out how to save mankind
Don’t come to me
Whilst thousands lose the will to live
Don’t come to me
After you’ve played in Tel Aviv
Don’t come to me
Whilst the howling wind is roaring
Don’t come to me
Now the re-writes are so boring
Don’t come to me
Whilst Israel’s crucifying
Don’t come to me
Whilst Palestinians are dying
Don’t come to me
Until their freedom flags are flying
Don’t come to me
‘Cause you just might find me crying
Copyright: Harry Rogers 31/05/2011
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