The Rat
In tunnels where sunlight fades,
Sinwar, the rat in shadows wades.
His fur is tangled, red eyes gleam,
Death and decay in every seam.
But G-D’s justice is exact and grand,
Messengers sent at His command.
A fierce army of hunting cats,
Expertly picking the dirty rats.
No more will Hamas lurk in the dark,
Gaza cleansed, their refuge stark.
Where fear and terror once held sway,
Retribution is now wiping Hamas away.
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