BESIEGE THE MINISTRY — OR LET THEM DOWN 📍 MINISTRY OF JUSTICE, SW1H 9AJ ⏰ Monday, Jan 12, 4:00 PM Tomorrow, the Ministry of Justice does not face a protest. It faces a rising tide. We come not to plead. We come to unmake. Heba, Kamran, Lewie, Umer; their bodies are not collapsing. They are becoming the current. Each day unfed, a wave drawn back before the storm. Each breath held, a swell beneath the silence. They do not burn out; they build up, until the levees break. This is not sacrifice. This is pressure. The kind that cracks stone. The kind that reshapes shores. They fast not to vanish; but to make the world see what it has drowned. The Ministry holds the gates. It watches organs weaken, pulses fade, lives thin to thread; and calls it policy. We call it murder. Let our bodies form the wave. Let our voices be the storm surge. Let the streets fill until the hollow halls tremble.