Dault

From a refugee camp in east Africa, kindly requesting for your help and support to ensure survival in this hard situation in the camp.

[daultmw]

The traffic of attention has been directed away from the real matters that need urgency, lives in danger, discrimination, needs unattended, words not heard, that brings about more anxiety, depression, trauma, and ptsd.

Respond to the voice when you hear it !

#HELP

#lgbt #refugees #immigrants

[schalotte]

it's so crazy how you actually have to live through everything

[daultmw]

And some borrowed shht

[catchymemes]

[daultmw]

Peak employee fantasy

[gremlininho]

[daultmw]

On God...

[mollybeenoel]

[daultmw]

A night...

[kestalsblog]

Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.

[daultmw]

I relate..

[depressedandpoetic]

This poem is about world leaders and their lack of empathy for war torn countries and countries experiencing genocide!

In a tower of gold, he sits high above,

Where marble halls echo no cries of love,

Screens flicker stories of dust and flame,

But he sips from gold, untouched by shame.

Children run where bombs have wept,

Mothers wail for the sons they kept.

A land torn in two by faith and by fire,

But his gaze is cold, devoid of ire.

He tweets of stock and pageant pride,

Of walls and wins, of “us” and lies.

Yet not a word for the dying dove,

No tears for peace, no talks for love.

The Olive Tree burns in Gaza’s night,

Jerusalem trembles without a light.

But he counts his coins and signs with flair,

Deals made not for justice but for billionaires.

He posed with flags, with scripted grace,

Then turned away from the bleeding face.

For every prayer that rose in pain,

He offered silence, loss and even disdain.

O leader once crowned with a voice so loud,

Where are you now as they bury the crowd?

Power is hollow without a soul,

And history watches, keeps the scroll.

The world may forget what he did not say,

But graves remember each silent day.

And the children 一一 what of the ones that die?

Their ghosts will question, and ask God why.

But where were you, when the skies fell red?

And all you cared for, was power instead.

[depressedandpoetic]

This poem is about world leaders and their lack of empathy for war torn countries and countries experiencing genocide!

In a tower of gold, he sits high above,

Where marble halls echo no cries of love,

Screens flicker stories of dust and flame,

But he sips from gold, untouched by shame.

Children run where bombs have wept,

Mothers wail for the sons they kept.

A land torn in two by faith and by fire,

But his gaze is cold, devoid of ire.

He tweets of stock and pageant pride,

Of walls and wins, of “us” and lies.

Yet not a word for the dying dove,

No tears for peace, no talks for love.

The Olive Tree burns in Gaza’s night,

Jerusalem trembles without a light.

But he counts his coins and signs with flair,

Deals made not for justice but for billionaires.

He posed with flags, with scripted grace,

Then turned away from the bleeding face.

For every prayer that rose in pain,

He offered silence, loss and even disdain.

O leader once crowned with a voice so loud,

Where are you now as they bury the crowd?

Power is hollow without a soul,

And history watches, keeps the scroll.

The world may forget what he did not say,

But graves remember each silent day.

And the children 一一 what of the ones that die?

Their ghosts will question, and ask God why.

But where were you, when the skies fell red?

And all you cared for, was power instead.

[daultmw]

"Why should I do it?"

What a question..

🌸🌸some #nature for u🌸🌸

[daultmw]

Open Mic.

"Transgender participation in activities of their identified gender"

Your say on that

..............................

[matthewgrantanson]

Golden Coast, Cambria – July 29th, 2022

Etsy

[daultmw]

Natures beauty.. .. .. 🌸

[goth-queen]

[daultmw]

#love #community

[daultmw]

Sonder...Way to lead a life...

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[daultmw]

EPISODE

He opened the door, stained and rusted , once more . Laud hadn't opened it in quite a long time. With a stroll of the eyes he scanned the area. All the inventory he once treasured, covered in dust and rust, usable and broken respectively lay, upon the floor and in the shelves of this store.

[daultmw]

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