Once upon a time, there was a huge wave of blood that washed away the last remnants of humanity from a once illustrious land. A land now of corpses masquerading as humans who sinfully let down their fellows by failing to take a stand. Innocent people were slaughtered. Schools and hospitals bombed. Children begged for their lives, with corpses strewn all around… We would’ve helped, if only, under our loud slurps of Iced Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso, their agonized cries hadn’t drowned. Fathers watched their daughters’ heads being blown off. Women were raped, newborns mercilessly slaughtered with knives ‘Trigger Warning’ was all we said, as we reposted clips of children begging to be spared their lives. She could’ve been our daughter, who fed on rubble for want of bread He could’ve been our father who returned to a home burnt and a family dead He could’ve been one of us, whose head was chopped like a slice of steak They could’ve been our sisters, paraded na...
Mirroring my reflections.