the world is proud of us

The world is proud of us, because we’ve been surviving a genocide, isn’t it?

I pray for the day we can finally be proud of the world; for not just watching, but saving us, for standing up, for choosing justice, at last.

Humanity; what a joke.

What a cruel, mother- killing joke.

A betrayal to those of us who believed innocently, that every human must carry some humanity within. what a failure to humanity. A failure to them.

And life? What a life.

A child-killing, dream-burning existence. Imprisoned, broken mind and body, twisted into massacres by evil, sustained by silence.

Princeless; yet traded like nothing.

A life where hope is a bleeding companion, and grief, a deadly exhausting inheritance.

Alive, a life!

Where the innocent beg for mercy; and never received it.

What a bloody, soul- exhausting, existence. What a graveyard for peace, and for good. What a stage for monsters dressed as men. What a shame.

What shame that we ever believed it could be more.

*And heal!

The video of my last shift, shows a bag, and tube removing air trapped outside a girl's lung; it was suffocating her. Her uncle was martyred because the air pocket in his chest was too large and ultimately suffocated him to death.