THE BETRAYAL OF FIRE
She stood, a woman forged in the furnace of grief,a widow not of one, but of a thousand souls,each name etched in ash, in silence, in the acrid smokethat curled from the pyres of justice undone. Zakia, they left you among ruins, among bonesthat the earth itself shuddered to cradle.They call this nation a mother, but what mother devoursher daughters and spits their bones to … Continue reading THE BETRAYAL OF FIRE