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Israel

Peace was a promised land    
of milk and honey    
after 400 years of servitude.    
   
But there were wars—    
and rumors of wars    
scattering the twelve tribes    
to the four corners of the globe.    
   
Then came ghettos of burgundy blood    
dried between cobblestones,    
and scientific experiments    
pronouncing victims dead or deformed    
. . .while the world looked on.    
   
Until it threatened them.    
   
Home was a promised land—    
a final return    
after many a millennium.    
   
They should've drunk of its offering    
while respecting boundaries    
of those who tended it  
during their absence—    
prayed for those who despised them.    
Until they realized:    
   
Genocide brings no one back    
from the dead    
or anywhere else.    
   
It only buries a legacy    
they hoped to pass down    
to their children's children.    
   
Instead, it destines a nation    
to reap what its sown,    
plummeting from the sky    
upon their heads.
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 18th Nov 2023
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