To Russian and the Yankee Right,
A common cause doth stir their might;
'Gainst vows of love that dare not speak,
In Afric's heart, swift death they seek.
From Israel, and Lebanon's home,
The hawks and crows in night skies roam,
At Iron Dome they ply their craft,
And leave but smoke on morning's draft.
Al Jazeera, in the West Bank's palm,
Yet suffers by the soldier's arm,
The news cut short, the scribes expelled,
In silence, truths remain withheld.
