No sheik on great white stallion he will ride
A burning remnant of his crown and scepter
And carry off this crisis too, or die
All wrapped in Bablyon's one thousand nights.
Israelis rub their eyes and watch the border,
As ignorant as we for all the dust,
And they must hold their breath in awe and wonder
While a twice-told story plays itself again.
America, an awkward giant peers
Like Alice through the keyhole at the scene--
Too gross to wander through the elfin door,
Aghast at all that's happening inside.
While smoke and ruin stoked with years of hate
Mock loudly, and grim vultures lie in wait.
Jay Cohen