Compassionate Resistance

We fight with open hands,
Not closed fists —
Our weapons are kindness,
Our armor is understanding,
Our strength flows from loving
What others teach us to hate.

In the face of tear gas,
We offer rose water.
Against rubber bullets,
We stand with soft hearts
Hard enough to hold truth,
Gentle enough to heal wounds.

This is a different kind of warfare:
Where victory means everyone wins,
Where enemies become friends,
Where battles end in embrace,
Not surrender.

We resist the urge to mirror hatred,
Choose instead to reflect light —
Each act of compassion
A revolution in miniature,
Each moment of empathy
A battle quietly won.

See how we turn barricades
Into community gardens,
Transform police lines
Into listening circles,
Make peace in the spaces
Where conflict once lived.

Our resistance flows like water —
Not to drown or destroy,
But to nourish and sustain,
To find…