We lit the beacons on the coast,But the crowd chose shows and sales.Their fingers swiped the cries away,While our warnings turned to nails. We stood where cracks began to grow,Chanting truth through blistered throats.But their comfort was a coffin,And their jokes became the ropes. We said: “This isn’t politics—It’s the pulse of who we are.”They … Continue reading The Island Fell — In Silence, Not Chains