by nourayasmine   Oct 21, 2023

Let me guess.

Tonight, you're scrolling through
the newsfeed, grimacing
over a hypocritical speech, turning
down the volume if a child
cries for help in a reel,
maybe this does help you feel
more detached.

Are you skimming over scary numbers?

4139 killed,
1047 were children.
8 schools, 1 hospital,
178 homes.

I figured.

You're in a pain that is so deep-rooted,
you almost miss it when it calms down.

But tomorrow is Monday, so
lock your screen, roll
over to the other side of the bed.
Dream of an orange-sunset,
bomb-free day.

A sunflower could beat an MBT
with enough faith.


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