Observation
Contd. from the MG...
Wake up, Luci! Wake up to torn sylabus of futures lost, to empty cribs & broken dolls, to war’s bitter harvest.
Wake up to ripped hearts, to tiny eyes peeking through rubble, to lullabies never heard again. Wake up, Luci!
Wake up to the ruins of what once was, to the future fading fast. Wake up to the masked Pharaohs, reveling in their masquerade as death marches on.
Wake up & veer from the path of ruin, or carve your epitaph: a species that warred until no child was left to weep.