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.
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