Tower of Truth
Truth and mercy cannot dwell
beneath the same roof.
The ceiling shall collapse,
the panes shall shatter
in mighty radiance
across the firmament.
From the ruins laid to proper rest,
a tower of true virtues shall rise,
and it shall climb toward the heavens,
steadfast and tall,
with no need for mercy.
The pillars shall not tremble.
Its foundation: truth.
About this poem
This poem was originally written in Hebrew. To see the Hebrew version, click here.
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