they have lost so much more

i know, it's me again, back bearing the unbearable. 
today i don't have truths for you to unravel, 
today they lay flat on open grounds and parks in fear of another earthquake. 
today the thin flaps of a tent do not shield the cold air from stinging a child's face. today god chose to hold a ceiling over mine, 
and pull the ground from underneath a father, 
bearing his children, 
and his late brother's children. 
today and tomorrow and yesterday and 75 years ago, 
the truths scream.
loud, piercing, earth shattering screams that 
don't make a dent in the windows of the west. 
today my mother cries under her comforter, seeking warmth; 
today there is no wood to start a fire, 
in search for that same warmth. 
the juxtaposition of it all is, well, 
i have no words. no one has words. 
we only hear screams. 
i never believed in the power of the press,
now i do. 
"the lengths one goes to conceal a truth and portray another, leading to skewed narratives directed towards a [insert noun]." 
but i'll keep this short, there is no time to waste. 

lean forward, head against the floor, 
whisper the most unbelievable prayers. 
empty your pockets without the fear of loss, 
because they have lost so much more.