I drive through Lebanon
In a steel cage
And I drive through Syria
In a steel cage
Then I drive through Turkey
And still there’s the cage
I choose
Either Bulgaria or Georgia
As I cannot find a straight
Carry across the Black Sea
The way a container differs
From a cage
I drive nach Moscow
As many tank comrades
Have done before me
But this time round
I reach the city and kill
No one, destroy
No property
That is who I am
I go home in a
Merkava, my mother waits
For me at the corner of
Blok six
She waves and believes
And I stop before her
This is where I am from.
Image credit : Aviv Itzhaky
Frédéric Benqué 