Blind Time

They did not blindfold her eyes. They blindfolded the truth. The flag across her face is not a symbol of pride, nor of identity. It is a symbol of erased vision. Behind her, the city burns. People scream. Time stands still. The clock hanging on her chest no longer measures hours. It counts wounds. She is not a victim. She is a witness. A witness to a generation forced to walk in darkness, hoping one day to reinvent light.