O Benjamin,
Since the seventh of October, you have marched—
Through flame, through silence,
Through lullabies silenced beneath dust.
Still you cry terror,
But the world sees toys buried beneath broken walls,
And mothers clawing through stone for names once whispered at night.
You say Israel wants peace—
Yet sow salt in every seedbed of it.
How can peace be born from phosphorus fire?
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