Witness (Poem)

They carved his name in blood and skin—

not to be seen, but to begin.

He came to watch, not wage a war,

But silence begs for something more.

A woman wept and summoned fire,

called justice love, called vengeance higher.

He held their sins like ash and thread,

and wondered why they feared the dead.

They crowned him god, gave him a flame,

But never asked who bore the blame.

And when he screamed across the stars—

They only built more temples,

more scars.