When the Towers Remember

I face at once both love and war,

Heartbreak’s wound, and bombs that roar.

In Katara’s air I stand and see,

Dafna towers haunting me.

I dream them struck, by Israel’s hand,

Or Iran’s excuse for “resistance” grand.

Yet memories bleed through city stone,

Capri-Suns, football, a birthday alone.

Why can’t Gaza’s children rest,

Why can’t Sudan’s hearts be blessed?

Why can’t we touch those gone before,

And hold them close forevermore?

The world moves fast, trends wash away,

A shattered night, ignored by day.

If strikes can’t bind us, grief to share,

What kind of humans live still there?

Why this coldness, why disguise,

When we’ve met with hearts and eyes?

Why the walls we build again,

Though we’ve talked like lifelong friends?

Ashes fall, but still I pray,

That souls grow kind, not drift away.

If pain can’t teach us how to feel,

Then what on earth will make us heal?