Hamas hast breached the guarded gate,
In a fury born of hatred's state.
Like wine poured forth from broken cask,
In darkness doth their menace bask.

'Tween Tel Aviv and desert land,
Rockets, like fierce mead, command.
An unexpected holiday's dread,
Leaveth many a soul to dread.

But lo! In yonder market place,
Sin doth don a new face.
Like thieves sipping on nectar divine,
In shadows do their crimes entwine.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur