Or maybe ‘bout fireworks
That burst into the sky
Displays of freedom we all watch
The 4th day of July
But how can he
Just sit and muse
While sitting in the sun
And write about the country life
And kids just having fun?
When ‘cross the sea
In our land
Indeed the children run
But lo, I fear
They run this year
But they’re not having fun
They are not running in a game
Nor running helter skelter
They are not kicking soccer balls
They’re running to find shelter
And fireworks are in the air
But no one’s leaving home
They’re praying that
The Kassams miss
Or meet the Iron Dome
It’s hard to write
Of color war
Or talk of summer breeze
For winds of war
Are swirling ‘round
With great gusts of unease
So all the wit
Is put on hold
And rhymes they’re slow to form
I’m sad to say
Instead of sun
I’m stuck inside a storm
For now there is no humor
It’s not a time for jokes
It’s just a time we daven that
The Hamas monster chokes
Quite soon at least
Perhaps next week
Some humor I’ll display
To once again
Re-entertain
About visiting day
