The scoundrels in the wolf's den

In the barn stand the wolves, each one holding its illusions under its arm and its index finger on its lips, savoring its share of the hot cake, waiting for the opportune moment to bite off more than it can chew, and pouncing on its prey, which has been weakened by hunger and the constant wandering among the hills of rubble, to extend a lifeline by uprooting it from its land, allowing it to establish its dreams on the ruins and the remains of children.

This is the image as you see it in all its dimensions and scoundrels, who wear ties and descend from their liquid maps to the desolate land, to manipulate geography and shift demographics, to establish the "Riviera" with tourist resorts and smart cities on the sands mixed with the blood of the victims and their flowing souls, without the slightest punishment or accountability for the killers.

There is no longer any doubt that Trump is the godfather of genocide and its exclusive patron, the keeper of its hell who refuses to extinguish its flames, even with a partial truce, as Netanyahu admitted in a leaked conversation that he does not speak out of desire, but is merely a recipient of instructions from the real estate mogul who awarded him the contracts and granted him a grace period, after his carts stumbled in accomplishing the task within the specified timeframe for the bid.

It is merely a collection of dreams and a grasp of wind.