Wounded Sigh
Although at the time, none knew the reason why,
And all that could be heard was a wounded sigh;
This was not a time to break down and cry.
Some bowed and whispered a prayer as they passed by.
The time would come later for the casting of the die;
A time when every lie would face the truth eye to eye.
For now, justice seekers must remain calm to be strong;
To be energized to make right what has been wronged.
When justice is well served, the wounded sigh of pain
Will be lifted, and tears will express what they have gained.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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