The city sleeps, unaware,

Of whispers weaving through the air.

A sister’s sorrow, hearts ignite,

A brother’s vow to set things right.

Steel in hand, their fury wakes,

A silent step, the oath it takes.

Shechem’s walls will pay for lost honor and justice.

A trembling hush, a kingdom falls,

Cries dissolve in empty halls.

Gold and flocks, a fleeting prize,

But rage alone cannot baptize.

The weight of vengeance, heavy still,

A father mourns the reckless will.

For justice born of wrath is blind,

And scars are left in heart and mind.