Namshakende
JF-Expert Member
- Sep 23, 2021
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We are hurting.
We are angry.
We are the youth you tried to silence,
but our pain has become too loud to hide.”
“We watched our friends disappear.
Our comrades.
Our heroes.
The ones who stood beside us when fear ruled the streets.
And until today, we do not know where they were taken.”
“We cried their names in the night,
but no one answered us.
We begged for truth,
but we received only silence
a silence heavy like a locked door.”
“How can we heal when we never got to say goodbye?
How can we move on when their bodies were hidden from us?
Why must the youth live with questions
that no one in power dares to answer?”
“And while we carry this pain,
you run to elders
hiding behind their words,
seeking comfort from those who never felt our wounds.”
“But what comfort do we get?
We, the youth who lost our brothers and sisters?
We, the ones who stood unprotected
while soldiers and police forgot their duty
to guard the people, not harm them?”
“Our protectors became shadows.
Their boots became fear.
Their silence became betrayal.”
“And now you tell us to be patient,
to be quiet,
to respect a system that does not respect us?”
“No.
We are done pretending we are okay.”
“Understand this before history writes it in fire:
we do not march for you.
We do not bow for you.
We do not fear you.”
“We are the unfinished storm.
We are the thunder rehearsing.
We are the breath before the sky breaks.”
“And when the truth comes for you
not with violence, but with IMMENSE, UNDENIABLE force
you will know that ignoring the youth
was the greatest mistake you ever made.”
We are angry.
We are the youth you tried to silence,
but our pain has become too loud to hide.”
“We watched our friends disappear.
Our comrades.
Our heroes.
The ones who stood beside us when fear ruled the streets.
And until today, we do not know where they were taken.”
“We cried their names in the night,
but no one answered us.
We begged for truth,
but we received only silence
a silence heavy like a locked door.”
“How can we heal when we never got to say goodbye?
How can we move on when their bodies were hidden from us?
Why must the youth live with questions
that no one in power dares to answer?”
“And while we carry this pain,
you run to elders
hiding behind their words,
seeking comfort from those who never felt our wounds.”
“But what comfort do we get?
We, the youth who lost our brothers and sisters?
We, the ones who stood unprotected
while soldiers and police forgot their duty
to guard the people, not harm them?”
“Our protectors became shadows.
Their boots became fear.
Their silence became betrayal.”
“And now you tell us to be patient,
to be quiet,
to respect a system that does not respect us?”
“No.
We are done pretending we are okay.”
“Understand this before history writes it in fire:
we do not march for you.
We do not bow for you.
We do not fear you.”
“We are the unfinished storm.
We are the thunder rehearsing.
We are the breath before the sky breaks.”
“And when the truth comes for you
not with violence, but with IMMENSE, UNDENIABLE force
you will know that ignoring the youth
was the greatest mistake you ever made.”
