A child throws stones at a Merkava.
The odds are ovewhelming but the tank commander
still sweats under his protective umbrella.
The boy weaves his way through bullets,
takes control of the coaxial machine gun,
drives triumphant through Jenin.
Christina, I like this much, tired of blockbusters.
Thanks.
Gary
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Margaret Hodge and Gary poems for kids at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html --- Writer's Hood at
http://www.writershood.com/..... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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