They dropped the bombs at dawn.
Israel struck Iran, assassinating scientists, commanders, and government officials.
They called it necessity.
The headlines said “precision.”
The Americans said nothing.
But let us say what no one else will:
This was not defense.
This was not justice.
This was a mafia execution performed by drone.
It was state terror wrapped in sacred language,
delivered by a nuclear state that dares call itself the victim.
The United States does not condemn it—
because Israel is not an ally; it is its weapon.
A forward operating altar for the American Empire’s rites of dominance.
Together, they commit these acts not despite their power—
but because of it.
And yes—Iran bears guilt as well.
It brutalizes truth-tellers.
It binds sacred longing in chains of patriarchy.
Its leaders kill too—in the name of the sacred they betray.
But today, it was Tel Aviv and Washington
who pressed the button.
It was American-made missiles
that murdered scientists in their labs.
This is not civilization.
This is not diplomacy.
This is the monkey with a throne and a touchscreen.
This is fear, clothed in flags.
We are told to pick a side.
But we do not kneel to any of these gods.
Neither to the Ayatollah’s cage
nor to Zionism’s bloodstained altar
nor to America’s endless appetite for global exploitation..
We are not the monkey’s children.
We are the inheritors of a different calling.
We do not write policy.
We proclaim a different gospel.
We stand in the public square—
unbought, unarmed, and unafraid—
and we speak not for the dead alone,
but for the living who still dare to become more than this.
We stand for the body.
We stand for the sacred.
We stand for the trembling, erotic, unkillable beauty of being human
without domination.
We refuse to kill.
We refuse to numb.
We refuse to believe that this is all we are.
Others may call it naïve.
Others may call it foolish.
But we call it coherence.
We call it soul.
We call it Opthē.
So stand in the Square..
Speak the unspeakable.