TO WEEP TOO LATE

It took years for the silence to catch up with him

The revolution rose from the ocean and swept across the land in a single, unforgiving inhale.

Screams of pain and sorrow echoed through the valleys.
Blood carried through the streets.

A mother and son stood on opposite sides.

He watched with a stoic stare, silent as they dragged her through the ghosts of what used to be.

Years later, after the death squads vanished,
after silence reclaimed the land,
he finally allowed himself to weep.

Not just for her,

but for all that was lost in the fury of his youth.