There are the kind of people who see land, not lives. They count acres, not bodies. They debate borders, but stay silent about broken families. To them, the conflict is a map — lines and ownership — not the story of people who bleed, grieve, and struggle to survive.
2. They do not speak of the mothers who lost their sons, the breadwinners who once held the family together. They do not speak of widows and half-widows who now live between despair and survival, or of orphans who must learn too soon what hunger and loss mean.
3.They do not speak of prisoners whose mothers have no money even to visit them, nor of those blinded, tortured, or disappeared, whose families cannot afford healing or justice.
They do not measure the cost in ruined lives, lost jobs, shattered homes, and fading hope.
They do not measure the cost in ruined lives, lost jobs, shattered homes, and fading hope.
4
They only measure land — a piece of earth that means nothing without the people who live and die upon it.
They only measure land — a piece of earth that means nothing without the people who live and die upon it.
5
They are obsessed with possession, not compassion.
They are the indifferent, the dehumanized, the morally blind — people whose hearts have hardened to pain, whose vision stops at the soil and never sees the souls that suffer upon it.
They are obsessed with possession, not compassion.
They are the indifferent, the dehumanized, the morally blind — people whose hearts have hardened to pain, whose vision stops at the soil and never sees the souls that suffer upon it.
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They reek of moral decay, fit only for the stench they’ve created themselves.
They reek of moral decay, fit only for the stench they’ve created themselves.
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