Fire Beneath The Ashes
Genocide, a parasite fed on silence,
smuggles our humanities—
bombs and tanks leave no soul behind.
Corruption lurks,
demolishing nationwide peace.
History rewritten in smoke,
while truth drowns in blood.
Blood paints the walls
from warehouse to parliament.
Leeches suck on humanity,
slaughter masked as secularism.
How many graves
before peace has a price?
How many souls
must be offered before we wake?
How many silences
before our voices learn to speak?
The world watches,
feasting on headlines,
forgetting the cost of indifference.
And yet—
in the cracks of ruin,
a whisper grows into thunder.
The oppressed carve their names
into the stone of tomorrow.
Justice, though delayed,
waits like fire beneath the ashes.
One day,
the parasite will starve.
One day,
silence will shatter into storm.
One day,
the chained will rise as fire.
And on that day,
the world will blaze with truth,
and humanity—
will no longer bow.
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