In lands impending strife, where heat doth blare,
A new defense doth rise, 'gainst hope scarce seen.
To aid sweet Israel, and show we care,
And bolster 'gainst the foe, a bulwark keen.
Methinks 'twas foul play caused that deadly brew,
In Gaza's hospital, a most ill sear.
Forsooth, from failed rocket the horror grew,
A bitter cup of woe, for all held dear.
Ye gentle souls, take heed, view with clear gaze,
The same tale once again, told with lament.
Where violence begets, in smoky haze,
A mote of life in God's eye, now spent.
