Help Us Up!!
"Let me tell you about a man who once lived in a grand mansion".
He was sixty years old,
with beautiful children and grandchildren,
billions in wealth,
sources unending,
a fleet of cars that gleamed like pride itself.
But beneath all that gold,
he lived a life full of scars.
He could travel to any country he wished,
yet he kept his children in the dark,
crushing their bright dreams before they could bloom.
He never built a safe place for them, only walls,
and silence.
I once told his son, 'I can’t live in that haunted mansion.'
He smiled sadly and said, 'It’s not the mansion.
It’s the grey-haired man who ruled it for years.'
That day, I began to doubt the wisdom in his grey hairs,
and the years he claimed to have conquered.
He was nearing the end of his story
when...
I heard footsteps rushing down the street.
I turned, startled.
'What’s happening there?' I asked, though no one answered.
Then a frightened child cried out,
'The wolves have been set loose!'
He ran into his mother’s arms,
what a hopeful sight,
to see a child still find safety in love.
I turned again, searching for the wolves.
But all I saw were humans chasing humans.
'Where are the real wolves?’ I asked.
The woman beside me smiled sadly,
'Stop searching further,' she said.
'You’re looking at them.
They walk in human form..
devouring, tearing, and ripping one another apart.’
And she was right.
There was nothing left of us but fear and despair.
From that despair rose a cry for revolution
the only solution we could see.
But could it really solve anything?
Too many Xs in the equation,
asking us to find the missing Y.
A mental war we never signed up for.
Our voices became the situation,
our pain the citation.
We are scared.
Who will speak?
Who dares to talk without being hunted?
Are we safe anymore?
It’s not the foreigners that became our enemies..
we became both our safety and our doom.
The streets we once played in,
the dreams we once built,
now echo with fear.
There’s a stampede on the other end of the road..
a race we can’t seem to win.
What’s harder?
Life? The harsh cards we’ve been dealt?
The environment? Or us?
Yet I still see hope.
I hear the whispers of a new tomorrow..
voices rising,
choices cleansing the air,
a brighter dawn waiting to be born.
So, help us up.
Ignite the lights, not the fights.
Give us safety, not sorrow.
Wrap us in love, not in war.
Lead us to the future,
not the lane of departure.
Hold our hands..
let’s walk together,
in peace,
and at a gentler pace."
©️ HerMixedMuse
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