When the guns fell silent in Levantine skies
Hast thou no missiles left for me?
Scarcely a drone within our airspace flies
As thousands now attempt to flee
You’ve heard from me, why I not thee?

Blitz me! Smother me with bombs!
Blast me! Strike me here, from there?
Let mortars fall like sugar plums!
Make ash clouds smoulder, sirens blare
This iron dome has got to give! -
All is fair, in love, and warfare 🚀