Oh! If I can stretch my feeble hands
Definitely I'll be an octopus in the Lebanon sky and hold all the unnecessary droppings to the innocents!
Postscript
Bombs never carry any devices to recognize a friend or an enemy.
I dedicate this to the *Caretaker in the sky and the Stalwarts (yes-men) of the UNO.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-mends-the-patches-of-the-poor-sky/
