Doors are closed, the streets are silent
We are alone and patience spent.
The chatter that filled the streets have fled the towns
Who knows when our voices will come around?
In the city the adults are screaming.
Many have had enough
They want everyone to hear how they have it rough,
So they shout it out for all to hear.
There's no end to it I fear.
But there's a small voice that no one hears,
Children have been silenced I fear.
We stand and watch the arguments in the streets.
We are too quiet, the screams can't be beat.
So we wait in the background.
Waiting for our chance to come around.
When it comes time will they listen?
Or have they stopped caring forever starting this very instant?
Regardless, we will be heard.
Starting right now, there's not a minute to burn.
Today we speak quietly, but far from mute,
So listen up we have so much to contribute.
No longer will we be kept in the background.
No longer will we wait for you to come around.
Today I implore you to answer our calls
To hear our voices and speak for us all.
Will you listen to the children speaking?
Or will we be lost in the screams of the many?
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What Writing Can Say That My Voice Alone Cannot: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I've written a long time ago as well as recently. They will include the themes of love and nature, as well as angst and sorrow. All credit for writing and artwork goes to me unless otherwise noted.
