The Lampshade Writer

They came with parchment, wax, and quills,   Whispering peace in the shade of the hills.   With tongues of silver and hands so light,   they signed the dusk and stole the night.   The Olive Trees, with roots so deep,   stood where their fathers swore to keep.   The breath of earth, the pulse of stone,   a land that never stands alone.   Yet each new scroll, a binding chain,   draped in hope, concealed in pain.   The words, a mirage, the ink, a tide,   washing away what truth would bide.   1494, Tordesillas drew its lines.   They sliced the world, they claimed divine.   The rivers wept, the forests burned,   and treaties twisted and never turned.   1814, they came again,   a hundred tongues, a thousand men.   Guns in hands yet smile so wide—   “Come, let us walk side by side.”   Trail of Tea...

Ramadan They fast in the feast of starvation. They stopped for prayer, but the echoing sounds of bombs shook their feet — The roll of yonder burst their ears — They cried "Inshallah," "Allahu Akbar," but God slept through the terror. 467 days and the stench of death reeks the nostrils of the Olive Green. No shroud is enough to cover the remains — Babies, grandparents, mothers, fathers — Those who once called this desolate land home. No one came to the people's rescue, despite their cries for peace. The Court of Justice is powerless —The police have no jurisdiction, their handcuffs rusted to their uniforms. Blue helmets no longer bear authority; their presence is but a whisper in the wind. A riviera, they vow to build, on the carcasses of innocence. But let them build their riviera — History will scream through the brutal cries of the children piled beneath their feet. Another ceasefire shattered. Another wave of missiles descends like confetti. But this is no c...

AI Create - TLSW - Displaced According to the UNHCR  UN Refugee Agency. Internally displaced people, referred to as IDPs, have been forced to flee their homes by conflict, violence, persecution or disasters, however, they remain within the borders of their own country. Globally, there are 62.5 million internally displaced people. They account for the majority of the world's forcibly displaced population (58 per cent). 62.5 million. There are 62.5 million internally displaced people worldwide. Most of these people are trapped within dangerous areas. They are among the world’s most vulnerable people and often continue to face risks even after fleeing war-torn or disastrous areas. Let the number seep in, internally displaced people make up the majority of the world's forcibly displaced population which is 58 per cent.  Within this nation, a community of displaced individuals has emerged, their lives forever altered by the ravages of war. These resilient souls now find themselves ...