Of Chef Andrés, his sails unfurled in sovereign seas,
The Pentagon did fall behind, a sighing summer breeze.
With World Central Kitchen, he pledged aid of the choicest pea,
His cuisine, a love song, to Gaza's weary plea.
Amid clouds of flight and azure skies, Boeing stumbles yet,
Safety checks, quality control, a dance of deep regret.
Three months hence, solutions sought, to mend the factory's song,
For all who voyage in their craft, pray the tune be strong.
Hardy workers seeking lives across the border's reign,
Find in business owners an ally against the strain.
The lawmakers may seek to quell, with laws both harsh and wrong,
Yet in fellow man, we find a love that's ever strong.
