Convid-when?: The poem

Convid-when?

She crept into the air, brought cries, deaths and despair

She soured our day and fouled the night carrying in her hand a razor-edged knife

Like a striking power surge, she took away the rays from our international flat

The pride of shekel was crippled as worries and fears tripled

Like Delilah she made our forces toothless but our convincing dears arose to the silent direct

The remains of us is now forced behind closed doors hoping for a visibly miraculous

There we are with hope that soon she will depart

We are left with single gratuitous primary and all expected to play a part

To stay in our sad welcome till glorious lame heals the land.