When Will We Be Awake?
Across the sand—while far away, the world burns. Today, the U.S. joined Israel in bombing Iran. More lives lost. More grief birthed from fear and fury. For what?
The sky burns gold as the sun dips into the sea, and for a fleeting moment, everything looks peaceful. But my heart aches.
Somewhere, bombs are falling. Children are screaming. People are killing each other. For what? Power? Pride? Borders drawn in dust?
This loss—this unending grief—feels senseless.
As silhouettes move quietly along the shore, I wonder how the world forgot its soul. How do we let hatred become habit?
I long for a world where we choose love over bloodshed, where we remember that every life—every single one—is sacred. When will we wake up?
