Written after the October 7th massacre in Israel
In our bloody, mangled hands we will hold,
Dirtied faces from the on ground battles will support,
Streaked with liquid agony, new pain lines forming, we will lift our faces to it,
Stands forth from the shredded skin of the mangled bodies,
Rising from the neck of the baby disconnected from its body,
Whispers in the smoke of the children burnt,
Emerges from the backdrop of the haziest covers of evil,
Bloody, mangled, dirtied, pained, shredded, teared, weak…
arms rising above the smoke of evil raise…
Pure, pristine, rooted, embedded, glory, majesty, love…
The Truth.
Nomi Shira 
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