Thoughts In Ink

It is a strange world you live in. But do I blame you for it? It is not your fault that cosmic matter fell upon this Mother you call Earth and reshaped itself into bodies, experiencing life through different lenses. Yesterday, I was a leaf, carried too far north. I landed on a war ground. I felt bullets slice the air above me, missiles tearing through the sky. And I wondered how beings who claim to love the Earth could destroy it just because it had been divided by names.  By borders.  By water and soil.  By language and color and tone. They forget they are made of the same dust. They breathe the same air. They stand on the same ground. They share one planet. And still, they choose to destroy it. Bomb by bomb, the screams rose from the tragedy. Limbs scattered. Cries stretched thin across the smoke. Little children calling for mama and papa–guardians, I think you call them. In a moment, innocence was stripped bare. I was stained red, then brown, then black. Fl...