Dome of the Rocket, II

The dome is of the rocket yet again.
Were I Israeli, with a better mind,
And working to alleviate the kind
Of threat and certain death that any men
Across the eastern border let aflame,
I'm betting I would wish my talents, all
In service to avoiding here a fall
To foreign hate, or our domestic shame,
Be better put to use.  An engineer,
Creating better places and machines,
To take the full advantage of Rabin's
Unenviable peace, without a fear,
Can make the world a marvel of a place,
Instead of with an evil keeping pace.