We Dont Deserve

We Don’t Deserve I read the stories see blood in the margins, names etched in shame. Man’s hand, steady with the knife, shaking only when called to kindness. History isn't history. It's breath on the mirror. It fogs up, then clears, only to show us the same haunted face. We burn what we didn’t build. Crush lives under flags we barely understand. Skin becomes a reason. Love becomes a crime. And faith, once meant to lift, becomes the rope and the fire. Tell me how did difference become danger? How did colour, creed, or simply being become enough to justify a bullet, a cage, a silence? There are godless things done in God's name. Things that make the ground want to close its mouth and never speak of us again. We are a blot, a bruise on this planet, spreading still. The trees ask nothing. The rivers give everything. The sky forgives daily. But we we do not deserve a single leaf, a drop of rain, a shaft of sun. We are a cruelty that dressed itself in kingship and called it civilization.