Wednesday, September 12, 2007


One million voices fall silent
not to be heard from since
spirits that will never
call on father
on mother
on sons, daughters, teachers
on preachers, on time
One million voices fall silent
struck silent.
One million voices fall silent
as warm blood runs red in
the streets
As bandits and buffoons
dance in the streets
One million voices fall silent
not to be heard from again,
voices that will never
again call the spirits of
the ancestors or
inquire of the dreams of children
One million voices
fall silent in the rain
fall silent
no more calls




2 comments:

swanservant said...

You are an incredible writer! I've told you before that your insight is so deep. Through your words I can see the death of hope, the rivers of blood, the ignorant glee of mass-murderers who don't even realize they're destroying their own future, one bullet at a time.

Thank you for sharing your gift with us. The world needs to hear what you have to say.

Ordinary Human said...

Thank You