Rojava

Far away from where I am

They fight and sing of love and freedom

We live in times when truths have been sold away

So their stories barely reach me.

Do we still dream?

I really don't know anymore

I live in a Fascist world

I witness defeat of all that is good and kind

Souls I had once known (or at least thought I did)

Have since drowned in race, religion and profit

Way too many kind spirits

have since been blown away, duped,

shortchanged by hatred in lieu of love,

by denial in lieu of life.

In such times, times when each bird that sings gets shot,

times when bad people win and good people lose,

times that move from tragedy to endgame,

a lot must hinge on your triumph.

Dear comrades of Rojava,

please win.