From Israel entereth Lebanon's vast hold,
Small raids as blooms upon the vine unfold,
To gather whispers ere the guards unfold.
Zelensky's voyage, a plea to men of gold,
Yet his shared chalice, met with a shrug cold,
Ukrainish soldiers on the frosty fold.
Nasrallah's nearer to the angels' fold,
Hezbollah's chieftain on heavenly road,
A top-shaped void in history's aged mould.
