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Alan Hammaker's avatar

Words can say no more.

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Jackie C.'s avatar

Ghostly Sounds

Is it just the wind

threading through shattered rubble—

or a final breath

caught in the ruins?

The world’s most moral army,

draped in its victims’ rags,

dances a victory waltz

on the shattered skulls of children.

New architects of horror

stun the world—

hatred and hunger

unleashed without shame.

Laws are inked to muzzle protest,

to criminalize grief,

to silence any voice

naming genocide.

Long after bulldozers erase the evidence,

and glass towers rise

for the victors,

the whispers remain—

justice, justice—

echoing in the dust.

We are all complicit

when we choose silence.

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