in an Israeli synagogue The floor was covered in blood After five men met their maker Four rabbis and a brave Druze left this mortal coil A sorrowful day for the Jewish people and their allies When will peace reign, swords beaten into ploughs as the prophet promised? From my vantage point in New York City I read about the events in the Middle East In the frosty New York air I feel saddened Yet rays of lights manage to cut though my darkness Perhaps, just perhaps Peace will eventually reign in the Holy Land