In the lands of Yemen, where the red sea ebbs,
Eighteen strikes from the west rain on snails' heads.
An echo of struggle, 'gainst Houthi lends,
And the goat of Iran, its fire, it spreads.

Mother retrieves the body of bay,
Once leader of opposition, now clay,
As a rabbit bereft, in prison he lay,
In a tumult, they argue his final way.

Refusal doth Netanyahu speak in tune,
Till Hamas, like a hound, howls at the moon.
In the gaza strip, under a harsh noon,
Continuity in conflict, a bitter boon.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur