Le toutou qui espère grappiller un sou

The doggie who hopes to scrounge up a penny

Pierre Perret

You, the faithful dog of Zionism, be careful,
You pour out your hatred and your abomination,
Your poetic droppings,
On the only exciting Palestinian talent,
Do you know why in your vain poems without momentum,
No human essence circulating?
It’s because you sold your soul to vermin,
Your last courtier song, darling
Has transformed you into a doggie who covets the penny,
Brothers of those who genocide in Gaza,
Who tramples all international laws,
You think you’re making Art with your nauseating poetry,
Poetry without intelligence because it is filthy
You think you are doing militant work,
Your approach only runs after a pittance.