They etched the vow in ash and blood,
Built it on bones beneath the flood.
"Never again," they swore through tears,
While planting silence for future years.
But now the jackal wears the robe,
A crown of iron, a flaming globe.
In Gaza's cage, the children burn,
While history spins and will not learn.
No siren screams as loud as guilt.
No bunker shelters what we have built.
The ghost of Warsaw walks the sand,
Clutching a torch in a broken hand.
This is not war, it is a rite,
A ritual cloaked in hollow light.
Crimes against the soul of man
Disguised beneath a righteous plan.
The phoenix rose and turned to ash,
Feeding the fire with every clash.
We said those words and let them rot,
Forget-me-nots that we forgot.
There is no honor left to feign.
No peace in silence. Just the stain.
If never again still dares to live,
It must resist and must forgive
But never forget and never forgive
The lie that lets the slaughter live.