On Middle Eastern Dialog

Gentlemen, please let me say, your words made a deep impression on me
Your words simply penetrated my soul

"Then, why do not you make your point, since we are having such
a good talk??"

Well, I just wanted to suggest that you direct your words to some other parts
For this one is badly bleeding, this one is broken, and I no longer feel my right arm

"Oh, we totally agree with your point. Sometimes you have the right to choose on which spot you wish to receive our words"

Thank you, gentlemen!
I'm learning word by word how to maintain a dialog
I'm so privileged that this is not a monologue

On Bigger Shoes

Thank you, uncle
For giving me new shoes

Do not be offended, but Mom said they are of no use
For there are no parks left to roam
For even desert scorpions no longer bite
For even snakes can hardly rise their heads
There is nothing to step on but well-hidden mines
Bombs and ashes have eaten all the roads

Did I tell you?
I was not there when an angry rocket entered our home
My family and the angry rocket shared the same room

I never knew how to count those pieces
For I haven't learnt that number, yet, in school

Some said the rocket was sent by you
Some said it was those from a different neighbourhood
The woman on news said it was the terrorists - assured us they will lose!
A man, with glasses, shouted "Who else but the Jews?"

See?
Keep them for those kids of yours
For they will know better what to do with a new pair of shoes
Do not tell this secret, uncle:

Our crying teacher said to us one morning,

"Few of you will wear bigger shoes"