One

—t r a b o c c o

What is it you want? What is it I want?
To stop losing our children.
To stop making orphans of each other's futures.

I know you want to burn it all down. So do I.
But fire doesn't know whose house it's in.
If we keep going, we're just trading children.

No one wins a war
that keeps borrowing from tomorrow.

I've been to the bottom of my country
and found your flag.

Same wound. Same sky.
It's all we know. We're just people.

Same sunrise that refuses to stay down.
So can we, just once, watch it rise together?

“I don’t know which side this belongs to. That’s why it matters.”
— Anonymous