A War From Afar
- Slavic Voice
- Jan 25
- 1 min read
The war didn’t reach me with sirens.
It came through Wi-Fi,
through a notification buzzing
between homework and dinner.
From here, the sky was quiet.
No bags packed by the door.
I watched another country learn
What fear sounds like.
I learned it sounds like buffering,
Like videos cutting off mid-sentence,
because school starts at seven.
From here, war looks clean.
A map.
A headline.
Red arrows moving east.
It’s easy to forget that arrows
don’t bleed
So I speak when I can.
I remember when it was inconvenient.
I refuse to let comfort turn into forgetting.
Because even from here
Silence would still be a choice.
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