have a sip of tea

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for Create Together.

and you can decide on what you think.

in Jerusalems of old, a tale unfolds,

of strife and sorrow, stories often told.

in lands where Byzantine once held sway,

the UN stepped in, but both did not obey.

Palestinian dreams denied, they wept,

as Israel's might, the city's heart, swept.

colonized and occupied, they sighed,

a conflict deep, where peace had long been denied.

but is it right, this path we tread,

where innocence and hope are left for dead?

in wars and struggles, why must it be,

women and children bear brutality?

for power, men in high places scheme,

monopolize a nation, their selfish dream.

yet, in the end, it's the people who pay,

their bodies, battlegrounds, in the fray.

all lives matter, the world should know,

in the midst of conflict, let compassion flow.

why choose sides, when humanity's at stake?

in the name of peace, let love awake.

religion, war, they change the soul,

accepting death, a heavy toll.

who's right, who's wrong, does it matter now?

when it's your loved ones, tears on their brow.

why play these games, these senseless fights,

for what, in the end, are we seeking rights?

is it worth it, this endless strife,

to trade precious lives for a hollow life?

overthrowing terror, then what remains?

do past actions now, redemption gains?

in the city of Jerusalem's ancient grace,

let's find a way to heal and embrace.

in ancient lands where shadows fall,

a tale unfolds, a tragic call.

from Isarael's festival, a cry,

echoes of war paint the sky.

Hama, Gaza, histories old,

stories of anguish, untold.

seventy years of oppressed plight,

in Gaza's strip, a bitter fight.

in '48, the war's cruel dance,

a father's heart, a stolen chance.

to witness horrors, cruel and vile,

his kin, his love, the world defile.

from Tehran's women, brave and strong,

to present days of sorrow's song.

Jerusalem, a disputed land,

in shifting sands, they make their stand.

UN's decree, a shared domain,

but Palestine, they did disdain.

Israel's might, they seized the prize,

colonized under heated skies.

is this the cost we must endure,

a revolution, pain obscure?

a government's deeds, a citizen's toll,

a question that eats at every soul.

bodies ravaged, hearts laid bare,

innocence lost to war's cruel snare.

the cry of children, the silent plea,

is this the world we choose to see?

knowledge wields its mighty might,

but still, the truth eludes our sight.

in war's cruel game, the rules are bent,

innocence pays the dire rent.

all lives matter, the rallying cry,

yet still, the innocent suffer and die.

for power and greed, the cycle repeats,

as history's tale, its bitter beats.

in the name of faith, in the name of greed,

humanity's soul, it starts to bleed.

who's right? who's wrong? does it truly matter?

when hearts are torn, what's left to shatter?

imagine if it were your kin,

caught in the web of hate.

a lifeless body, a hollow win,

is this the prize we seek to win?

terrorists, tyrants, labels we throw,

but what's the truth that lies below?

when all is said and battles won,

what's left when the day is done?

so let us ponder, let us reflect,

on lives torn apart, lives wrecked.

in the face of strife, let's not forget,

the cry for peace, the soul's duet.

in shadows deep, where darkness dwells,

where chaos reigns and tumult swells,

hopes for peace in hearts grow thick,

for those who spread pain, may they taste the bitter d.

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