Do you like my poem about John McCain?

Child drops from womb,

Settles into the cupboards.

He mentions years later

That it was in the name

Of communal pride.

For Catalina who leapt

Into the grave with grenades

For other souls, uncommited.

Rapidly in purple flashes,

Hot white bursts.

Shots from shouting little men.

O' the blood on the sand.

O' the death-nervous vomit.

O' the moonlight cigarette triumph.

And to eat on the porch in Arizona,

Where his muscles melted,

Spine unglued.

Bomb Turkey.

Level Egypt.

Burn Syria to the ground.

In Iran tie them to trees,

Staple their tongues

And watch them starve.

Neo-crucifixion.

Karl Marx is in Hell now.

Thank you, God,

For moving him.

Sincerely,

The Republican Party

Do you like my poem about John McCain?kawasaki

Since you mentioned Egypt, I have recently found some interesting information, which touches on the subject of your question.

After the 1948 war, Egypt controlled the Gaza Strip and its more than 200,000 inhabitants, but refused to allow the Palestinians into Egypt or permit them to move elsewhere.

Although demographic figures indicated ample room for settlement existed in Syria, Damascus refused to consider accepting any refugees, except those who might refuse repatriation. Syria also declined to resettle 85,000 refugees in 1952-54, though it had been offered international funds to pay for the project. Iraq was also expected to accept a large number of refugees, but proved unwilling. Lebanon insisted it had no room for the Palestinians. In 1950, the UN tried to resettle 150,000 refugees from Gaza in Libya, but was rebuffed by Egypt.