"a walk through the city in my lens" (prompt) i walk through cracked streets where peace used to live, now buried with sirens and silence. a screen flashes war like a morning headline. people sip lattes, scroll past bombed buildings like they’re ads. racism wears a uniform, a name tag, sometimes a smile. a woman is told to move. a child learns he's invisible unless he's loud. poverty sleeps on every corner we ignore. oppression dresses well, walks fast, calls itself normal. the city keeps breathing like nothing’s wrong. but the air knows. and so do i. ❤️