bodies stack like forgotten prayers, ash clings to the tongues of those who dare not speak. your silence— a currency traded for comfort, a choir of apathy humming along to the drone of dying children.
how much blood must drown the sand before you call it a flood? how many broken spines, how many mothers screaming into dust before your heart cracks open and spills something real?
you sip your lattes, scroll past the headlines, tut-tut at the mess of the world, then click away— like a god who does not answer, like a witness who turned away and called it survival.
but history is watching. your name will be written not in gold, but in shadow. the ledger of your soul tallied in the weight of the lives you ignored.
wake up. the dead are calling.
this isn’t just a poem—it’s a reckoning. silence is complicity, and history is watching. how many more lives must be lost before the world stops looking away? open your eyes, raise your voice, do something. the dead are calling. #freepalestine #endgenocide