They placed names on walls,

painted them with accusations,

turned voices into warnings,

and stories into threats.

A journalist holds a notebook,

not a weapon.

An activist holds a cause,

not violence.

How powerful letters are,

changing the meaning of things:

turning questions into rebellion,

and criticism into threat.

But their ink remained.

It flowed through the hands

who carried the weight of truth,

who stood beneath uncertainties,