A whisper starts, a gentle sound
On screens and wires, the world around
It paints a picture, brave and bright
Of desert sun and endless light
A garden blooming from the dust
A tale of virtue, hope, and trust
But in the margins, shadows creep
Where untold stories lie asleep

Oh, Hasbara Hasbara, your siren's call
A gilded script to fool us all
You spin the sorrow, twist the plea
And sell a curated reality
You build a wall of careful words
To drown the cries that go unheard
But the cracks appear for all to see
In your perfect, fragile tapestry

You take a word and change its hue
A victim's pain, you misconstrue
You speak of peace with hands of steel
And hide the wounds that never heal
You build a fortress, tall and grand
On grains of truth and shifting sand
You silence voices, sharp and clear
And amplify a whispered fear

Oh, Hasbara Hasbara, your siren's call
A gilded script to fool us all
You spin the sorrow, twist the plea
And sell a curated reality
You build a wall of careful words
To drown the cries that go unheard
But the cracks appear for all to see
In your perfect, fragile tapestry

They taught you well, the art of speech
To keep the bitter truth from reach
To weave a myth of justified might
While turning day to endless night
But every echo has a source
And truth will find its patient course
Through the noise and the masquerade
A promise broken, a trust betrayed

Oh, Hasbara Hasbara, your siren's call
A gilded scr ipt to fool us all
You spin the sorrow, twist the plea
And sell a curated reality
You build a wall of careful words
To drown the cries that go unheard
But the cracks appear for all to see
In your perfect, fragile tapestry

A hollow song upon the breeze
Among the weeping olive trees
A gilded script begins to fade
The whisper's just a whisper
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