Hell, et. al.

I'd rather write a poem on Petraeus,
Being in a courtroom with his wife,
The gossip running round, reporting rife
With stories of a fall, like Menelaeus
Bringing down a kingdom for a girl
Than any of the blood and hatred here.
I've read Amira Haas, beheld the fear
In any young Israeli at the hurl
Of rocks at Haredim, and read aloud
The wars in Gaza, Lebanon, the rest -
I fear a pessimism here is best.
The IDF will trail behind a cloud,
And suffer in a bloody, tribal storm,
Where violence has ever been the norm.