"The
Last Testament of Zion":
In
blood-stained altars, your legacy's born
A
monument to tears, a testament to scorn
The
desert sands remember every grain
The
stones keep count, the whispers remain
The
Prophecy of Bones
You
thought the desert would forget?
That
blood sinks silently into sand?
Every
grain remembers, every stone keeps count
The
land you stole still whispers the names of those who loved it first
The
Mirror of Pharaoh
Your
reflection stares back from Gaza's flames
A
tyrant's grasp, an empire's fatal claims
The
reeds you clutch will drown you in the sea
Moses
weeps at what you've done with his stolen legacy
The
Alchemy of Lies
Gold
turned to bullets, sacred texts to steel
Menorahs
morphed into missiles, stars that reveal
A
covenant broken, a promised land defiled
Your
sacred symbols now instruments of violence and trial
The
Children's Chorus
Beneath
the rubble, a choir of young voices sings
Your
requiem, a lament for the future's wings
"We
were the future you detonated, our dreams lost in the blast"
Their
lullabies will haunt you long after the last bomb falls at last
The
Final Solution
No
need for cattle cars, you've built your own ghettos high
Became
what you feared, turned victims into executioners' cry
History's
cruelest joke, the oppressed make bitter oppressors' stride
A
legacy of pain, a future denied
The
Third Temple
Your
shrine is built with skulls, sanctuary lit by fire's glow
Altars
running red with innocent blood's flow
When
archaeologists dig you up, they'll weep at such small gods
Worshipped
with such vast evil, a legacy that's lost its way
The
Coming Storm
The
wind whispers justice, the tide brings retribution's call
The
earth rejects you, your foundations crumbling, falling
When
your last defender falls, Palestine will rise
From
the ruins you made, and dance upon your grave with tears that dry
The
Verdict
You'll
hang by your own rope, drown in your own blood's stain
Burn
in your own fire, a legacy of pain
The
world will turn the page, write your epitaph with sorrow
"Here
lies a warning to all who trade souls for stolen soil's hollow"
-Whalid
Safodien
The
Feather Pen
Disclaimer for "The Last Testament of Zion"
This poem, "The Last Testament of Zion", written by Whalid Safodien (pen name: The Feather Pen), is free to publish, reproduce, and distribute in its original form for educational purposes, particularly in schools as part of their English curriculum, as well as in magazines, newspapers, and other publications. Permission is granted to print and share this work in any format, provided that the author's name, Whalid Safodien, and his pen name, The Feather Pen, are prominently credited alongside the work. No modifications or adaptations are permitted without prior consent from the author.
