𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒆- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜

Where do you come from?
I come from across the sea,
From centuries of wanderers, travelers,
Whose weary feet carried them across the land,
From war-torn citadels
To a new home for the generations,
One where they will not have to live in fear
Of the screams and bangs that pierce the night,
Of the wine-red blood spilled in the streets,
Staining the cobblestones in the marketplaces and homes.
I come from people who survived.