We were once a long term very close friend,
Until someone else opinion finds way.
Like twilight, my sun and your moon did blend...
Then, it seems far away to meet you gay.
The prize none ever seek to win,
One eventually took to heart...
Broken hearts see no dreary sin,
To how distance grew us apart...
I could fly your flag without fear in mind
To what my household would think of my head,
But when each gets to hold on to her kind...
Then, each drop of our bleeding sweat turns red.
For days I did forget my dreams,
And have been praying; peace be still;
All our water flows BLOODY STREAMS...
But can't watch others die at will.
Those of reckon to put a stop at ease,
Are enjoying the fearless game for fun...
And when tears ain't enough to bring down tease,
We resolve to which way the game be won.
Armies are weary, lying dead,
But no one to treat them off hell.
Then, I lay head in mournful tread,
That the world; one day, shall be well.
Benjamin Netanyahu.
Gaza bleeds.
Children vanish.
Women fall.
Men vanish.
The ICC speaks.
You walk free.
Who do you serve?
Not your people.
You are their pawn.
Groomed. Fed. Protected.
A king made by chains.
Every night, blood flows.
Far away, they toast.
Hypocrisy crowns itself.
“Tribute vice pays to virtue.”
You are not invincible.
No throne lasts.
Empires built on fear crumble.
Truth watches.
The Jewish people suffer your shadow.
Their pride, their legacy.
You stain it.
The world will remember.
A war criminal walked Israel.
Even power cannot hide from justice.
Your empire is temporary.
Your legacy: sorrow.
History will judge.
Three thousand years of pain
One hundred and fifty generations,
Can we define this as insane
A cauldron full of grief and trepidation.
No one deserves this sorry fate
Enslaved and dispossessed,
Wondering the world as human freight
Herded and processed.
Yet there lies across the fence
A people just as ravaged,
Between the twain a situation tense,
That by history's sad fate - has too been savaged.
Israelis and Palestinians divided by their faith,
Fighting over dirt their grandfather's tilled,
Where once was pride in sense of place,
Now lonely graves where blood was
Spilled.
Is there an answer - a solution to this sorrow,
Where cousins in but name may coexist,
Or are we yet to see more wars to follow,
And not from killing to desist.
The future is not mine to give,
But a prayer to free them from this yoke,
May a path be found for all to live,
To make a life that’s more than hope.
Released from captivity are the sons of Israel, and with tears of joy they are received by all. Today is given the name Peace 2025 indicating an ending of brutal war. Neither adversary was present, yet an extraordinary event. Can’t build a lasting peace with hate as a building material. Is it true tranquility is what awaits the world or a temporary armistice, a break in the storm—lingering disarray of what is already rubble and dust—a dystopian gray. What shall these torn nations find in an entanglement led by hyperbolic politicians, known for their vacant promises. An immovable permanency that shall lead to unity that was once in our illusive dreams, is it what it seems? Oh is it what it appears to be? What happens to a dream deferred, does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or bring a new bloom of blustering flowers from beneath the desert sands. What tempests are these that blow over deeply rooted in religion, in the eras, in the cradle of civilization.
Freed!
anticipation
Jewish son freedom now comes~
their wait exhausted
The Tears Have Been Cried
The Banners Have Been Raised
As the thousands of Children Died
The Killers were praised
For the righteous few
Screamed for an end
While those on the pulpit fought those on the pew
But the pain would cleanse
Forgotten is empathy
It is a pity
For us to be empty
And look away to feel less ty
The words we say for ourselves and others
Would quench our thirst
But not the grieving mother
And not for those who wish they had died first
For the tears have been cried
And a solidarity call has been virtue signaled
But our meaningless pride
Will not fix those who have been mangled
By the disinformation
And the weapons of genocide
But this is our station
And the tears that I cried
Another year
The war continues
More and more people die
And more and more people do
The fighting goes on
Without an end in sight
But the victims are becoming victors
Still fighting the best fight they can
Protecting their land and people
But this war will never end
Evilness will not allow it
They enjoy the death too much
© Poem – VII/X/MMXXV
LRET
UN delegates walk out on Israel’s Prime Minister speech
They all walked out, feigning scorn
This is how decency gets mourned
That walk of shame, like the perps
The deaf and dumb, immoral twerps
The rotten body of UN
It shows it’s worth, I am no fan
Most sided strongly with Hamas
The slime that dreams of “Jews to gas”
The world’s a very cruel place
It wants a scum in Zion’s space
Condemning not kidnapped and killed
“The Palestine’s Sweethearts Guild”
Baptized by shame, for all to see
They wouldn’t listen to a plea
Well done Hamas, Iran, Qatar
This walk, both vile and bizarre
The evil spirits ran for cover
In hallways they preferred to hover
While facts dissected utter darkness
The uglies couldn't stand the starkness
Yet truth prevails, be it known
Israel wins, if all alone
No, never be no Palestine
An outcome to which resign
September 26, 2025
All around the world that big demonstrations, songs, poems, and insults
Against the Zionists are nails hammering into Israel's coffin.
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
in fact, Israel does not worth a damn without the "others" supports
our home grown monarch
shall swing open war's hell gate~
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For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025
Amalek is the archetypal enemy of the Jews and the symbol of evil in Jewish religion and folklore. Amalekites represent an "eternally irreconcilable enemy" that wants to murder Jews.
Israel begins a war against Iran
The battle rages on, it seems
The time has come, can wait no longer
Must stop the threats’ unending streams
From Tehran, Middle East warmonger
They’ve added fuel to the fire
And paid big bucks, attack Zion
Atomic bombs prepare, aspire
Their demise begins at dawn
Rise up, the land of lions, roaring
You waited long enough to fight
Stay on the map you must be warring
And ruinous deliver smite
Amalekites, the vicious slayers
Must never gain the upper hand
To answer Jewish fervent prayers
In truly Biblical last stand
No one to know what future’s holding
But let this be a swift defeat
We watch events as they’re unfolding
May Zion’s victory be sweet
June 13, 2025
No one crows, no one gloats
no spin, no contrived quotes
Just a sober nation taking stock
of the world it just shocked
Do they ever sit and wonder
How the clocks weep as they spin
How centuries vanish in a flash
While children pay for ancestral sin?
They fight for names carved into dust
For borders drawn in brittle trust
For myths and maps that time outlives
Yet take from those who have no more to give.
Land! Identity!
But what is pride if it costs our sanity?
Why trade your soul for your name
Then call it home while bleeding alone?
Don’t they see? Can’t they feel?
There’s more to life than iron and steel.
More than blood spilled to prove who's right,
In a war where day is darker than night.
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