When The Towers Remember (Part II)

The towers still stand in Katara's light,

But sirens have learned to speak at night.

The Gulf once calm now holds its breath,

As missiles carve their paths toward death.

Tehran burns and Doha trembles,

The region shakes, the world disassembles.

They struck Iran, they called it a need

While Children learned new words for bleed.

Hormuz is closed, the tankers wait,

As diplomats argue trade and fate.

But what of those beneath the fire?

What of the mother, the son, the choir?

The same cold world that scrolled past Gaza's pain

Trends another war and scrolls again.

A shattered sky, a burning shore

How many times must we ask: what for?

I stood between two loves that fall

Between the heartbreak and the call.

Now standing still in Dafna's shade,

I watch another world unmade.

Whether strikes on Iran, or strikes here,

The ashes fall on every name:

The Gulf and Levant, they burn the same.

And still I pray these towers hold

Not just in concrete, stone, and mold.