Two Voices
Mainstream speaks with steady breath:
“Russian aggression, war, and death.
We count the tanks, we trace the lines,
we measure battles, dates, and times.”
But side streets whisper, raw and near:
“We are ashamed to live here.
This Europe builds its glass façade,
while silence hides the broken shards.”
Two voices rise, but not as one,
their separate truths can’t be undone.
One chants the script of war and might,
the other grieves for lost insight.
And in between, the people hear,
two different worlds, both insincere.