Ashley Sarah

Three circles of the sun, yet the shadow stays,
A three-year threnody in mourning’s ways.
We count the cost in children’s stolen breath,
And mothers cradling the hollow air of death.
A story told in massacres, a script of endless pain,
While suffering and sieges still remain.
Where water is a memory and bread a distant prayer,
And injustice fills the vacuum of the air.

Yet, from the ashes, an awakening has stirred,
A whisper growing louder, an unuttered word.
A people rising from the crush, refusing to concede,
Against a world that tolerates, a world of soulless greed.
We will not stand in silence, nor in complicity,
While others suffer the cruelty of captivity.

For every targeted spirit, for everyone who fell,
There is a God who sees, a sacred tale to tell.
His hand will carry where human hands have failed,
A plan of divine justice that has already prevailed.
He is the Witness to the secret, silent tear,
The comforter of sorrow, the banisher of fear.

So let this day of memory be a crucible of light,
A motivational fire in the darkest night.
It is our calling, written for this very age,
To rise up together and write a different page.
To build a safe tomorrow, inclusive, wide, and deep,
A covenant with the future that we are bound to keep.
Where justice finds its footing and humanity is restored,
By the calling of our hearts and the witness of our Lord.

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