between cries of war and anguish
and the bloodshed of the many
solidarity bypassed
by tremored hands of stupored men
nurtured by the sand of time
now reduced to sand and rubble
teary eyed, laying supine
cry the sons of Kinneret
men with atlas as a model
tacit as they’ve always been,
loud with booming aggravations;
levied charges never seen
with the blood of all the Gazans
dried encrusted on their sleeves
badges of so great their honor
shimmer in the crimson gleam
and the sins that weigh them down
shall chain them on Judgment day
where the LORD will call them out
and debtors in life, shall pay
for between the cries of war and anguish
we all heed their pleads
and prostrate shall they no more
when weak Zion does concede.