I can see the rockets fired into,
Fired into the aerospace,
The skies of Israel,
Rockets after rockets fired and hit upon,
Most of them destroyed in the air,
But a few coming upon not the radar
And out of the reach of the Iron Dome
Falling into the territories.
Not one but so many targeted at,
Fired upon intentionally
With a hideous plan to execute,
Devastate and destroy Israel,
But Israel too cautious of the fires
Shot into indiscriminately
Just like a flurry of.
Though there may be the cases
Of human rights violations,
But instead of, the contending parties
Will not come to the negotiating table
To broker peace and settle amicably
Rather rather fighting along religious lines
As there is nothing to diagnose frenzy and communal sentiment.
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