\u201cDon't play politics,\u201d they say.<\/p>\n
It's like a magic word.
\nWhen it is said, the pain will lessen, the deaths will be reversed, life will resume.<\/p>\n
But it doesn't.<\/p>\n
Because there are some sentences -
\nIt hurts us more not the more it is said, but because it is said.<\/p>\n
One day the footsteps echoing in the corridor of a school stop.
\nOne row remains empty.
\nA bag can't be opened again.<\/p>\n
A child is missing from life.<\/p>\n
Someone asks: \u201cHow did it happen?\u201d
\nSomeone whispers, then raises their voice:
\nDon't play politics.<\/p>\n
At night, a city shakes.
\nFirst the walls tremble, then lives.
\nA building collapses - but it's not just concrete, it's years of neglect.<\/p>\n
A mother calls out from under the rubble.
\nA child cannot answer.<\/p>\n
Someone asks: \u201cWhy?\u201d
\nThe answer is ready:
\nDon't play politics.<\/p>\n
A woman looks back as she walks.
\nHe sends a text: \u201cIf anything happens to me...\u201d
\nThe sentence is incomplete, like life.<\/p>\n
Then a news story hits the screens.
\nOne less name.<\/p>\n
Someone is asking: \u201cWhy wasn't it protected?\u201d
\nSomeone is saying the same sentence again:
\nDon't play politics.<\/p>\n
A door won't open.
\nThere's no alarm going off.
\nIt is as if there is no way out.<\/p>\n
Smoke is rising.
\nPeople cannot escape.
\nThe flames illuminate not only a building but also negligence.<\/p>\n
Someone asks: \u201cHow is this possible?\u201d
\nAnd that familiar sentence, again with the same coldness:
\nDon't play politics.<\/p>\n
But we are not doing politics.
\nWe ask as we mourn.
\nWe try to understand when we are losing.
\nAs we are diminishing, we want to know why we are diminishing.<\/p>\n
Is this politics?<\/p>\n
If that's it, yes -
\npolitics.<\/p>\n
Because that's what you call politics,
\nis about a child going to school in the morning and not being able to return.
\nIt is about a woman saying \u201cprotect me\u201d and not being heard.
\nIt is about a building becoming a tomb for its inhabitants.<\/p>\n
Politics is at the center of life.
\nAnd life is on fire,
\npolitics must be on fire too.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose who say \u201ddon't\" actually want this:
\nLet's not talk.
\nLet's not ask.
\nLet's forget it.<\/p>\n
Because it is easy to forget.
\nForgetting doesn't bother anyone.
\nForgetting does not break the order.<\/p>\n
But remembering
\nRemembering is heavy.
\nRemembering is a responsibility.
\nRemembering requires change.<\/p>\n
So that not one more child is lost,
\nso that not one more woman is silenced,
\nso that another building doesn't become a grave -<\/p>\n
someone has to speak up.<\/p>\n
Just keep bothering me,
\ninsisting,
\nReminder by reminder.<\/p>\n
Maybe the point is this:<\/p>\n
No one dies because we speak out.
\nBut as long as we remain silent,
\nsomething always stays the same.<\/p>\n
And some things stay the same,
\nsomeone's always missing.<\/p>\n
So let's leave this sentence where it is:<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't play politics.\u201d<\/p>\n
Because there are times,
\nnot shut up -
\nSpeaking is the last remaining conscience of man.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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