Only Europe earns your rage,
The cold old hand that wrote this cage.
It carved the maps, it set the laws,
Then hid its crimes beneath applause.
Its crowns and flags still stain the land,
Its treaties signed with a bleeding hand.
So let the others fade from view —
Your fire burns for Europe’s due.
No split in focus, no shared blame,
One guilty face, one hated name.
The empire’s mask may shift its hue,
But all your wrath belongs to Europe too.
Not Israel, maybe only Europe.