Drishya, reporter for the United Nations Security Council, pens a monologue by Kurdistan addressing the Islamic State.
Born of one earth, two lands,
I was the fallen. My children, ghosts,
You were ivy, looking to break out,
You stunned our creator,
my liege, my curse:
You broke my jinx,
You drew the blood my veins needed to thrive on.
I, the fallen, and my children living with a grudge!
I was once a castle, now a hazy legend;
You are the feared and I, the forgotten.