In Ukraine's firm stand, they clutch at hope,
Like rabbits chased by hounds in dawn’s pale light.
Aid from afar, stark lifeline bound in rope,
May yet defend them in their bitter fight.
In Qatar's warmth, Hamas now plans their flight,
Like fleet-foot goats pushed from their rocky hold.
Where will they turn in gathering twilight?
As U.S. hawks their cease-fire dreams unfold.
The Senate's word, like snails, cautious but bold,
Renew the spy's dark power, feared and profane.
Yet whispers echo, truths as yet untold,
The dogs of privacy cry out in vain.
