The smoke surrounds us, filling our lungs and burning our eyes.
Tears stream down my cheeks, as they trickle down yours too.
I help you ease the pain by sharing my water with you.
For at the end of the day, I hope you’ll understand that our tears are falling upon the same soil we wish to protect.
But I was mistaken.
You don’t understand the weight of my tears as when the next canister drops and smoke fills the air, it clouds your sense of humanity.
My tears and pain invisible to you yet again as you continue to serve the very demons destroying our precious motherland.