Israelis, Wake Up—Protests Are Tearing Us Apart!

Am I the only one who sees the cracks forming,
the heart of our nation trembling,
the voices of brothers turning to shouts,
while our enemies smile in the shadows?

Am I the only one who watches with fear,
as streets fill with anger,
as hands meant for building now tear apart,
as the dream of Israel shakes beneath us?

We are a nation born of fire,
forged in struggle, built with love.
We are the children of warriors and poets,
the prayers of generations made flesh.

Have we forgotten who we are?
Have we forgotten that unity is our strength,
that division has always been our greatest enemy?
Look at history—
did we fall to Rome because we were weak,
or because we turned against ourselves?

Now is not the time to break.
Not when our brothers are held in darkness,
not when rockets still stain the sky red,
not when our children ask if their home will stand.

So stand together, even if your hearts burn with anger.
Stand together, even if your visions of tomorrow differ.
Stand together, because without unity, there is no tomorrow.

Let your protests be strong but not reckless,
let your voices rise but not tear down,
let your love for Israel be louder than your hate for each other.

Hold the soldiers close in your hearts,
lift the families of the lost,
fill the streets not just with rage,
but with hands building, lifting, giving.

And when the time comes,
when peace finds its way home,
when the war is won,
then debate, then rebuild, then dream anew.

But not now.
Not while Israel stands in the fire.
Not while those who seek our end
watch and wait for us to fall.

Israelis, my brothers, my sisters—
Unite, unite, unite.
For Israel lives only if we stand as one.