That is not our way
We do not set fire
Not babies. Not in the middle of the night.
We shoot, in the back.
Illegals, suspects, protesters.
In broad daylight, on the barbed wire fences.

That is not our way
Whatever do we have to do with the hills of Samaria?
Without Baruch the Man, without a jerry can of gas.
We - with the push of a button
With drones, with the bulldozer's scoop
Salt of the Earth, in town and vale.

That is not our way
There is no hatred in us
We do not 'price-tag'
We - calmly, with a shut
Eye, aligning the figure on the cross-hair
Far, far away, a huge explosion.

That is not our way
Not one child, not one mother
For us it's nothing personal, not at all
We - five hundred children
We - a carpet of families
Evaporated into space.

That is not our way
Not to condemn, not to denounce
Shock is so strange to us.
For us - the tacit understanding
The force of necessity, some looking
The other way, if they must.

That is not our way
We do not burn
(almost ever: http://wp.me/pIKwq-egt)
Not Babies
(usually: http://wp.me/pIKwq-iCr)
Not in the middle of the night.
Not only then.