Sometimes I glimpse in the mirror and see
the ideal I strive for
the gallant savior I wait for
I see a thread of beauty rippling
like a river of nobility
But instantly I tell myself:
Shut up and look away
narcissus surrounded by Zionists' lies
walls and checkpoints rising all around you
Shut up
and avert your gaze
from your so-called beauty
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