When They Ask

When they ask what you did, what will you say? I reposted I reposted I refreshed Then forgot Because the videos and photos were all too much Gaza, bursting, skintoskin Holding cooking pots lifted like offerings Raised like shields, asking why And someone filmed it in perfect light Like cinema or AI Shot on an iPhone Edited by the sky Broadcast to a world That promised to try Hopelessness deceives it’s shrouded in lies Sanctuary in silencе is agreement in disguise To feel hopelеss is to have time So what will you do when the hashtags die? Your phone lit up, but your feet never moved To lift, to stand, to speak the truth Hope isn’t an idea, it is discipline And hope in action, is everything. When they ask what you risked You’ll know what you didn’t.