Israel weeps beneath a wounded sky,
where prayers once rose like incense,
now swallowed by fire and dust,
buried beneath the weight of fallen stone.
The streets hum with ghostly echoes,
laughter turned to silence,
dreams turned to rubble,
love turned to names carved in grief.
A mother clutches a child's shoe,
the other lost in the smoke,
a father’s hands—once builders—
now dig through ruins,...
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