In Gaza's South, a path winds anew,
Its form painted by conflicts' cruel rake.
Blinken whispers, time and tending it'll take,
Preparation's tune, a wary coo.
In a Ukrainian hamlet, a beast doth stew,
Betrayers' words, a deadly quake.
A fifth of life, the missile did take,
Who bared their throat to the Russian crew?
For West Bank, an oppressive hue,
Hamas' strike, a venomous snake.
By drone, and bird of prey, they partake,
In a dance of war, of defenses slew.
