No Passport

Spies
Creep into the night
Swift with a kick
To silent a rousing witness
A nasty bite
Past sleeping heads
Up walls
With the job comes many downfalls

Intruders
In this land
No right or place to stand
Grip their hearts tight
For tonight
They smash Israel just right

Tiny little country
Surrounded by their haters
Always getting beat down-
Like the Raiders
Pakistan-
Don’t ransack them.

‘You’ll feel the wrath!’ Israelis say
Praying; though it seemed
It didn’t make their troubles go away

But the One whom they summoned
Would not stand
For all this mayhem
He poisons them off
But He is humble
And all you hear in the night is a cough
Of triumph.