The Lampshade Writer

  My Dearest Love & Valentine - AI Create Image Generator  My Dearest Love, As I pen down these words soaked in affection, I am overwhelmed by the depth of my love for you. In the grandness of the universe, our lives intersected profoundly and beautifully. It feels as though the stars themselves conspired to bring us together, weaving unmeasured boundaries that bind our souls for all eternity. From the moment our paths intertwined, my heart knew it had found its true counterpart. Your presence in my life is like a guiding light, illuminating the darkest corners of my being and filling them with warmth and love. Every moment spent with you is a cherished memory etched into the fabric of our shared existence. As we journey through life hand in hand, I am filled with gratitude for the love we share and the future that awaits us, unknown yet brimming with endless possibilities. I vow to stand by your side through all the twists and turns of fate, to cherish and honour you with...

The Heartbreaking Cry of a Child in War  War is a devastating experience for those involved, but perhaps the most heartbreaking sound is the cry of a child. Innocent children are often caught in the crossfire and bear witness to the atrocities of war. The cry of a child in war echoes through the ages, haunting us long after the conflict has ended.  As the bombs drop and the guns fire, there is one sound that pierces through the chaos and leaves an indelible mark on the soul. The cry of a child in war is a sound that speaks of innocence lost, and of fear and pain too great for a young heart to bear.  The tears of a child in war are the saddest tears of all for they know not what they're fighting for. They cry for their mothers at night Their tears mix with the sound of screams, bombs and guns They fear for their lives in the brutal fight. Amidst the chaos of war, A child cries in fear, No longer can innocence soar, and their destiny unclear. As bombs rattle the earth, Buil...

AI Create - aicreate.com AI Image generator - War-torn Tent Nation War-torn tent nation  A nation of displaced people living in tents ravaged by war. A nation of people whose homes are nothing but mere plastic canvas. Canvases that are painted with blood, tears, fear and the strokes of hunger.   A nation of makeshift tent cities - no food, no water, no electricity, no proper medical care.  A nation of people trapped in a world of horror, running to and from the journey destined to sorrow.  A nation of men, women and children who may never live out their true potential. They run for their lives with their homes on their backs. Nothing can be left behind because life has a chance to see tomorrow. Pots, pans, bed, clothes and some sentimental family memorabilia. The goats, the sheep, the dogs, the cats. Everything must journey to where life will reset.  A nation of people who live generation to generation in conditions that are unimaginable to the re...

The Lampshade Writer -Vivago AI Image Generator  I settled down at the table and spotted a suitcase tucked away by my feet, crammed into the corner beneath the table. It didn’t strike me as odd at first; I figured someone must have been sitting there and stepped away for a moment. I waved over to the waiter and asked, "Is someone sitting here?" "No, sir," he replied, "you're our second customer since we opened forty-five minutes ago." I glanced at the suitcase and then at the waiter but didn’t mention it. I thought I’d just let him know if it was still there when I was ready to leave. "What can I get you this morning?" "I'll have a cup of coffee, thanks." I usually brew my coffee at home, but today I decided to treat myself after an early morning stroll. It was 6 AM on a Saturday, and I knew the usual crowd would be rolling in soon. Typically, it’s a group of retired guys chatting about the weather, farming, and politics. I shif...

No Apology - For The War on Children - IA Create  No Apology - For The War on Children  No apologies will be accepted after the genocide  No reconciliation proclamation will be accepted for the hollowed graves No land recognition will be accepted for we watched the cities crumble, bodies bombed and babies die.  The world was horrified, the world was outraged. But the powers that be stood complicit and defended the perpetrator saying “They have a right.” 120 countries voted in favour of a ceasefire,  14 countries voted against a ceasefire, while 45 countries abstained. And for every call to stop the war, the world superpower vetoed the call. Ceasefire, now, ceasefire now, ceasefire now we called. But that call didn’t start in the West, those calls started when the babies were bombed from incubators - their fragile bodies hit the ground, and in their innocent voice, before life left their souls, they cried ceasefire now. It is the call of the children whose parent...