“Side by Side”
I still pray my enemies die,
while they laugh under the same sky.
They breathe the air I try to cleanse,
they rot in peace — behind fake lens.
I speak no curse, yet all is said,
each breath I take, I wish them dead.
Yet here we are, this cursed design —
side by side, as if by spine.
No war was won, no justice done,
just silence draped in morning sun.
They walk untouched, I walk in fire —
their breath survives, while mine expires.
But know this:
I do not forget.
Each prayer holds the ash of regret.
And one day — if the wind turns right —
I’ll breathe alone.
They’ll lose that right.