Love and War
You are tired of fighting too much inside— inner tug-of-war—yet wars are going on outside. What do you do?! When the news keeps whispering Gaza is like a wound that does not clot. When sirens slice the sky of Iran and children in Sudan learn the language of hunger before they learn the alphabet— What do you do when your own chest is another battlefield? I have trenches in my ribs. I have landmines in my throat. Every memory of you is a drone that never misses. The world argues about borders, About who owns which river, Which God signs the treaty— And I cannot even negotiate peace between my longing and my pride. You said love should feel like shelter. But it felt like confiscation! I held flowers in my hands, Returned with smoke in my lungs and tears in my eyes! A heart full of ache! They say ceasefire. They say strategic loss. They say collateral damage. They say inflation and life loss! I say your silence was a sanctioned strike. I scroll past rubble, Charred schools, Fathers folding...