In Gaza, on the eve of a moonless night,
The quest to free hostages, embarks in spite,
Of anger, distrust, and confusion's blight,
In mazes of rancor, no end in sight.

Faith in death toll reports, does U.S instate,
Trust in Palestinian data's fate,
A move by Biden's rule to reciprocate,
In Gaza's bleak hours, progress shall wait.

Now heed the Bard, for I've much to impart,
In choosing glass frame, reveals one's heart,
Crucial decisions made at year's start,
Guard against errors, let wise style impart.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur