by Elisheva
At night a knight in shining armor,
Riding on his valiant white stead.
On his way the way to the castle,
To save his beloved princess.
At the gate, the gate to the dungeon,
Waits a fiery dragon for its prey.
At Gaza a soldier in bullet proof armor,
Riding in his big metal tank.
On his way the way into battle,
To protect his beloved country.
At the gate, the gate to death and blood,
Waits a wild terrorist for his prey
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