Pray tell, what is this?
These are surely miracles
thousands of rockets
thrown by Jihadi killers
and caught by tech geeks
This is the work of my God
Heroes of the sky
with surgical precision
disassembling
demonic infrastructure
carpet bombing not
carpet bombing not
The world watches in judgement
The godless critiques
citing lopsided death counts
A scoreboard for fools
How many rockets misfired
upon their own heads?
And those who know do not speak
Social media
an arena left to twits
all nuance is dead
shades of grey reduced to porn
If only they knew…
The geeks and warriors dream
Of finding a way
to beat swords into plowshares
to live a life of
creativity and peace
bereft of bloodlust
Which prayers does He hear
A killer’s cry before launch
that “God is great” or
that of a mother pleading
“Please God, protect my children”
So God takes the ball
And He runs interference
Here’s a haunting thought
Something our prophets and kings knew
The innocent pay
when we are kind to the cruel
But we fail to learn
My mother would kvell and say,
“Israel has such great minds”
And I would respond and say,
“They have such great hearts”
Our geeks and our giborim
and God in between
Somebody ought to give thanks
