From Deutschland's heart came twists of wheat and salt,
Baked in fervor since ages of a somber molt,
Across the vast berth of the ruthless Atlantic,
An all-American fancy, their taste ecstatic.

What countered confession of a devotee so frantic?
In pursuit of fifteen thousand steps, mired in romantic,
Though too brisk efficiency may bear a grim reprisal,
Inspired yet foiled, in this human recital.

Though once quelled, returns the Hamas, armed in fear,
In drones, in tunnels, weapons they revere.
Like unsheathed knights with homegrown missiles they fight,
"Armed to the teeth", doth Israel remark, in the dread of night.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur