Oh my dearest Lebanon, thy bankman held in question's fate,
Upon graft charges and commune's disesteem laid as his weight,
As thy land, by Israel-Hezbollah war, is besieged by hate,
Til stability deserts thy realm, leaving chaos in her wake.
Next, an account of daring due, on sea where shadows hide,
Israel hath snatched a Hezbollah man, from Lebanon's brazen side,
A rare naval gambit deep in foe soil, where maritime dangers abide,
Now a pawn in their endless game, where peace too often dies.
In Spain's fair land crisis unfolds, as torrential waters flow,
Valencia's folk, victims adrift in nature's cruel, unyielding woe,
Deprived of balm, infant sustenance, and base necessities o'er flow,
Echoes of the worst natural calamity, a haunting refrain of sorrow.
