#in response

Here, the earth drinks tears and blood, thirsting not by choice but demand, its mouth cracked open by bombs that bear foreign names, by tremors scripted in the policies of power. The air carries whispers— not of peace, but of sieges and blockades, of promises made, broken, and buried beneath the rubble of occupation.

Suffering wears many faces: a father reduced to a number, a brother’s shadow burned into a wall, a sister's laughter buried beneath collapsing stone. The language of war is written in bulldozers and checkpoints, spoken by drones and artillery fire, a dialect taught to the dispossessed.

O Gaza, how do you bear the weight of siege and slaughter? You are a wound that refuses to close, a cry unheeded by those who profit from silence. This is not a tragedy of nature, but a theater of power, decades of systemic erasure painted in the blood of the exiled and the occupied.

Once, this land was a cradle; now, it is a graveyard for innocence. Yet even here, where suffering blooms like wildflowers, there are poems written on scraps of paper— in tongues sharper than steel, words as seeds of a resistance rooted in justice, not vengeance.

For what is life but a rebellion against annihilation? And what is love but the refusal to forget?

Let these verses rise, not as elegies but as indictments, a light to expose the architects of despair, to pierce the shadows of a sunless sky.

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~ Geoffrey Phineas Talbot @soulindevelopment

Karai meeting Raph: Wow, you're pretty cool Big Guy. Let's hangout and talk about random shit that no one but us cares about. Also, the other turtles? Sucky guys.

Karai meeting Leo: *Manipulation and beating the utter shit out of him so badly he travels to another Universe*

Karai meeting Donnie: Who the hell is that?