"Israel," the echo in a troubled dream.

From Tehran's retort, a fiery plea,

To strike at the heart of security.

"Bomb Iran!" the chorus, a fervent cry,

"For Israel's safety, beneath a watching sky."

Some see a savior, a righteous stand,

Others, a cycle spiraling through the land.

Drones descend, and rockets ignite,

Tel Aviv trembles in the fading light.

“Iron Dome” straining, a futile chase,

While whispers of conflict fill every space.

“Is Israel winning?” the anxious plea,

Or facing a storm, for all the world to see?

A coalition forming, a hesitant hand,

Against a foe rising in a distant land.

Some speak of bargains, agreements frayed,

Of leaders misled, and promises betrayed.

Others see malice, a primal fear,

“The Jews” and “Iran” forever near.

A puppet master's game, a hidden plight,

“Fulfil Amalek”, lost to the night.

Are motives pure, or shadows at play?

As forces converge, and futures decay.

"A week or two away," the constant claim,

From a nuclear threat, fueling the flame.

Threats of strikes, of vengeance untold,

A story of conflict, centuries old.

Then silence descends, a moment held tight,

Before the next blow in the endless fight.

A land divided, a world on the brink,

Where shadows lengthen, and futures sink.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5842868&forum_id=2",#49724929)