The Voices You Try to Deny
We are the moms in the kibbutz who were targeted while still squeezing our babies. We are the girls raped for hours at the Nova Festival—dragged by their hair, assaulted, and then murdered while their bodies were humiliated in front of their friends who are still alive.
We are the fathers burned alive in cars, the grandfathers massacred in their homes, and the babies just a few months old with slit throats, set to flames. We are the tortured, mutilated, and beheaded young people. We are the desecrated bodies displayed as trophies of a barbarism that laughed while killing.
The Blindness of Ideology
And you, the serial hater of Israel, look at us and deny it.
You pretend to know who we are, but we are exactly what those you defend did to us.
We are the faces of the women dragged into Gaza.
We are the silence of the violated children.
We are the suffocated screams of fathers who watched their children massacred before their eyes.
We are the living consequences—even in death—of the treachery you defend. We know that you don’t want to admit the outrage committed by those for whom you take to the streets and protect. But we have time. A lot of time.
"We have the time of eternity—the time that does not pass for those who have been ripped from life so cruelly."
Complicity in the Squares
Every day you deny, every banner you raise in their defense, every "long live the resistance" you utter while they raped and burned us, we are there. The silent ones. The inconsolable.
With empty souls and hearts rotten with hate, you preach for those who targeted women and children, those who gutted pregnant women, and those who filmed tortures to laugh at them and humiliate us even more. You protect the butchers who slaughtered mercilessly, turning a day of celebration into a slaughterhouse for innocents.
Eternity Against Oblivion
We will not fade away.
Our faces, our recorded screams, and the videos your “heroes” shot with pride all scream the truth you wish you could bury.
One day, when your time also ends, we will still be there. And you will have to look us in the eyes for eternity.
Author Marco Beroni
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