Missile-Toe
or
A poem about war
In a home once filled with life's sweet song,
Now silent, empty, where they once belonged.
Fleeing a land once free, a promise unmet,
A covenant stands, but peace, a rare asset.
Sons of Abraham, with hopes so grand,
Will you share the promise land?
No, for one of us must part,
Bid farewell with a heavy heart.
Underneath the missile-toe, fate descends,
From the sky, a deadly dance it sends.
War's bitter kiss, a cruel goodbye,
In its shadow, innocence shall die.
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