25/05/2026
Upon this child's shoulder
they hung an entire war
and left him to walk
between the mouth of hunger
and the fangs of daylight.
With a stolen innocence,
and eyes the ruin put out,
and an age that never learned to count
except on the fingers of loss —
Stand. Take your place in the hunger line.
Plant your grief into the ground.
For homelands, once slaughtered,
no longer recognize their own.
