dreaming thoughts thoughts of how whispers whispers low spoke how once they lived warm secure in homes whispers murmurs murmurs of how words words speak of need for happiness security how to close the hole created by inequity struggling reaching pleading wanting more speaking speaking talks turned to screaming still no one heard deaf ears blind eyes what is a mind for misunderstanding apathy ignorance of a tragedy sights outside your front door remaining quiet tongue tied with injustice still they dream of a time of a world awake
04/22/2008
Posted on 04/22/2008Copyright © 2024 Maria Terezia Ferencz
...maria, you know me, i had a million words about this one and the space bar ate them, i love the dingle dangle of youth growing into understanding of the big ol' world out there, am i missing it? good write, charlie