Phalapoem editor, 4/01/25
To the lands where conflict brews,
Where the cries of war infuse,
He aligns with power’s face,
Netanyahu’s embrace.
Critics watch with eyes so keen,
As he steps where few have been,
Supporting those with hands stained red,
From a war where peace has fled.
The world debates, the world divides,
On the actions he provides,
Is he blind to cries of pain,
Or does he seek some greater gain?
For in the quest for innovation,
Comes a moral calculation,
When you dance with war’s grim tune,
Do you lose your soul, your boon?
In the annals of history,
Will this be his legacy?
A man who soared the skies and stars,
But also mingled with war’s scars.