"The Warning"by Roy DawsonI told them not to do it. I said it as plain as the morning sun cutting through a dirty window. No poetry. No flair. Just truth in its simplest, hardest form. The kind of truth that doesn't need decoration because it's been earned—paid for in scars and sleepless nights.But they did it anyway.They always do.They hear the

It came sudden, like gunfire after too long a silence. Lights flipped on. Roaches ran. The kind of moment you don’t see coming but feel in your bones three days before it hits. When the air grows heavy and the coffee tastes wrong. That’s how you know.They thought no one would notice. Thought they could keep stealing, lying, twisting. Thought th