Airplanes are flying over our homes,
Intercepting missiles, rockets, and drones.
Large swarms of terror are heading our way.
Nine hours to countdown,
war games that we play.
I try sleeping, I do, but my eyes stay ajar.
I see ballistic arcs incoming from afar.
I say a prayer to God,
the God that we share.
The serpent prays too,
the hopes don’t compare.
I pray for life, my kids, for
peace, and for calm.
The serpent wants power, to force, and to bomb.
Allies are standing with us to assist.
They help to defend while our army persists.
But in fighting the serpent, we are alone.
The Allies are scared, “be careful” they intone.
Don’t anger the serpent, don’t wake up his friends.
Let’s talk, let’s converse, blah blah to no end.
In the darkest hour, in the fear and the chill.
Do we face the serpent? Can we be Churchill?
H Friedman is an Israeli-American biotech manager by day and a writer in her free time.
