In dawn’s cruel breach, where innocence once played,
A mother’s arms, two tender souls, were torn,
From Nir Oz stolen, shadows cast their blade,
To captive depths, where hope was left forlorn.
The hands of hate, with ruthless grasp, did bind,
A family’s thread through terror’s darkened veil,
No mercy spared, no peace for hearts to find,
In silence broke a world too vast to wail.
Three lives extinguished, innocence betrayed,
By brutal will, not war’s unseeing flame,
A mother’s love, two boys in youth arrayed,
Entombed as one, forever bear their name.
Yet grief ignites a cry that pierces night,
For justice burns where darkness dares its flight.