Turning Away

In the heart of the storm, where the winds cry for peace,
The land of the people who’ve long sought release—
Israel, surrounded, stands firm in the fight,
But shadows grow darker; the day fades from light.

Once friends now fall silent, their voices grown cold,
While the flames of injustice take root and grow bold.
Politicians, once steadfast, bow low to the crowd,
Drowning the truth in the noise, false and loud.

They court the few voices that scream with disdain,
Turning from justice, embracing the pain.
Forgotten are those who stand silent, but strong,
For their courage and reason, no place they belong.

“Silence in the face of evil is evil itself,”
Bonhoeffer warned us, though left on the shelf.
His words, like a beacon, call out from the past—
Yet still, we allow wrongs to amass.

The people of Israel, their history profound,
Are left in the cold as their cries are unbound.
A people of strength, through centuries long,
Yet betrayed once again by a world gone wrong.

Golda once asked, “Where is the shame?”
When good men are silent, we’re all to blame.
“Our task is not to curse the darkness, but to light a candle,”
But instead, we let fear our resolve dismantle.

We watch and we wait, as history repeats,
While the fire of injustice consumes the streets.
And what of the leaders who turn away now?
Shamed beyond words, but they still take a bow.

We must remember, as the dark curtains fall,
That a voice raised for truth is a voice raised for all.
The cries of the weak, the pleas of the strong,
Will one day break through the silence, lifelong.

So to those in the shadows, who cower and flee—
History will judge what you neglected to decree.
When the world turns its back and refuses to stand,
We betray not just Israel, but every land.


Quotes Referenced:

  1. Dietrich Bonhoeffer:
    “Silence in the face of evil is itself evil. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.”
    – Dietrich Bonhoeffer, German theologian and anti-Nazi dissident.
  2. Golda Meir:
    “Where is the shame?”
    – Golda Meir, fourth Prime Minister of Israel, referring to the global indifference to Jewish suffering.
  3. Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel:
    “Our task is not to curse the darkness, but to light a candle.”
    – Abraham Joshua Heschel, Polish-born American rabbi and Jewish theologian, emphasising action in the face of injustice.

Note

Every Saturday, we witness crowds marching, not for justice or peace, but in twisted support of murder and rape—their chants reverberating around the globe. Even more alarming is the sight of weak politicians, crumbling under the weight of these cries, giving in to demands drenched in hatred. This is not the 1930s, but once again, the stench of treachery spreads, no longer confined to Europe—it metastasises like a cancer, poisoning hearts and minds across nations.

Here in the UK, our own government, rather than standing resolute against terrorism, has instead chosen complicity. By resuming payments to the UNRWA, an organisation that brazenly supports terror, they act in the interests of those who seek Israel’s destruction. And now, they move to restrict arms sales to Israel—stripping a nation of its right to defend itself against the forces of evil encircling it. These are not mere policy decisions; they are acts of betrayal, paving the way for further violence, leaving Israel defenceless while terror is emboldened.

Sentient Tragedy

In a photograph, the child stands still,
Born in a time when hope was a thrill,
His mother’s love, tender and bright,
Extinguished too soon, stolen by night.

At six, he learned what loss truly meant,
Her eyes closed forever, her life was spent.
Two brothers by his side, they grew in the shade,
Of a world preparing for war’s cruel trade.

The drums of 1914 called them to fight,
Three boys now men, their destination blight.
He fell in 1917, in mud and despair,
His dreams buried there, beneath death’s stare.

The photograph fades, the memory thins,
A boy, a mother, a war that wins.
Yet in that still image, their echoes remain,
A story of love, of loss, of pain.