So overwhelming, global injustice.
And there is no big hope it could be solved.
Even if the hurt and humiliated people prevail, how easy will it be for them to become new oppressors. To bring vendetta to the next generation. To reverse, not stop, the river of tears and blood.
It is so hopeless, that it almost makes me pray.
There is no hope, perhaps. But it doesn’t change a thing.
The work has to be done, in hope for hope.