By Connor Sikora

Two countries once wrapped up by cold
Now warm but not by love
Love for each other they have
But warmth of hate by a common enemy
That warmth of fire and heat
Which instead of heals...kills
The two worldly giants being slain by David's shadow
His shadow...extremists
His sling...people
His stone...bombs
So together we weep
Weeping over our gone loved ones
Not always far away
But in our lines of sight