MAKE POWER LOVE AND IT CAN BE SHARED

What truly is power Is it control or the silence that follows it? Is it born from bullets and broken promises Or from the love we dismiss as weakness? Can power ever be shared like bread split between hungry Sudanese hands as if leadership were a meal the poor can taste in equal halves? Or is power what poisons the soil the reason Sudanese children sleep in graves instead of schools the reason Sudanese mothers run carrying loss? Power has become a cruel currency bought with lives and traded in blood. But perhaps the truth is this power without love is nothing but war.