I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

In an empty courtroom, where echoes abound,Stands a patriot, his voice resounding, profound.With love for his country, his heart aflame,He preaches, with conviction, a fervent acclaim.His words, like music, reach out in the air,A symphony of passion, a heartfelt prayer.To anyone who will listen, he speaks his truth,For he knows in his soul, there's