The Silent Storm

In the quiet dust of our villages, a silent storm is brewing.

Bright futures are fading into the grey of smoke and the amber of glass.

It isn't a celebration. It's an escape that leads nowhere. Look closely at

the hands that should be building our tomorrow. The cost of a moment's peace

is a lifetime of regret. Words turn to whispers of frustration and lost time.

The cycle continues, watched by eyes that still have a choice. Save the future

before the dust settles forever.