Behind The Screen Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Only God knows
who hides behind the glowing screen—
faceless, nameless—
yet heavy with the smoke
of a thousand vanished homes.

My heart weeps
for children wrapped in silence,
for mothers clutching
only dust and ghosts,
for fathers erased
between one breath and the next.

We hold no answers—
only echoes of questions
howled into the void:
Why this rage?
Why this ruin?
Why the slaughter of the innocent?

Yet even in silence,
we hear the scream
that shudders through the earth—
the cry of a people,
victims of genocide,
as the world watches.

But listen—
a single thread of hope remains,
spun from the rhythm of a poem,
from trembling hands
that still remember
how to mourn,
how to tremble,
how to love.

Mystic Qalandar