Death of Netanyahu
Death is the ultimate judge.
Even kings must bow.
The world speaks in sorrow.
For the thousands of innocent souls
lost in war.
Children.
Women.
Weak men
who carried no crown.
Life is holy.
Its dignity must be honoured.
Power entered your hands.
Power consumed your heart.
A ruler who forgets mercy
writes his name
in painful memory.
History remembers
what nations try to forget.
You stood with allies—
with the strength of
United States
and the power of
Israel.
But no ruler
can triumph
over the law of God
and the order of the universe.
What rises in power
must one day fall
into judgment.
The dead are not silent.
They live in memory.
They question the living.
The human soul
is stronger than the grave.
How can nations win a war
when the conscience of the world
is watching?
For when leaders forget
the face of the Creator,
they forget
the limits of power.
And history waits—
quietly,
patiently—
to speak the last word.
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