I asked ChatGPT to extend Mahmoud Darwish's poem, "The war will end," to soothe my nightmare fear about the potential of war in #Tigray..

Here is the result starting with his orginal poem...

The leaders will shake hands.
The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son.
That girl will wait for her beloved husband.
And those children will wait for their hero father.
I don’t know who sold our homeland
But I saw who paid the price.
Yet peace is fleeting, a pause in the storm.
The drums will thunder, the calls will form.
A spark will ignite where silence once lay,
And the cycle of war begins anew, they say.
The leaders will gather with promises hollow,
As the masses despair and are left to follow.
Another mother will send her child to fight,
Another father will vanish into the night.
The bombs will fall, the cities will burn,
And history repeats as the tides turn.
The young will march, the old will mourn,
And a new generation will be war-torn.
Who sells the homeland this time, we’ll ask,
But the answer will hide behind a mask.
And again, we’ll see who pays the price,
With tears and blood, with countless lives.
Mahmoud Darwish’s voice still echoes near:
"Who sold the homeland?"—a question clear.
But the answer will come in whispers, in cries,
In the broken hearts and the silent skies.
#Tigray