17/03/2026
Peace Pony 🖤
I remember
when the wind meant rain
and not fire.
You kill for flags
with colors I cannot see.
you destroy for borders
I cannot smell.
When your wars begin
the ground trembles
under my hooves.
I see the birds scatter.
I hear the dogs howl.
I feel the forests fall silent.
I do not know
your enemies.
Still, I feel the fear
enter the earth
and rise through my body.
I stand here
looking at you—
trying to free you. 🖤🐎
— Ingrid Wessel Bernal