Silent Screams After Abu Sheriff

These words are ghostly voices Heard from the ruined of hunted houses Unheard by those innocent ears, tormented by accomplices who sit in fear These words are writers’ thoughts Fertilized when their ink meet their papers Bringing forth testimonies of those unheard These words are stars at night Unseen when the moon illumines the night Radiates yet during night’s darkest moments When the moon has lost its light and might These words are sounds of a trumpet call Sounded each day by poetry’s angel Summoning the aggressors,offenders, to change These words are rumors in our societies Beautifully coated, unfortunately ignored They are the silent screams of society’s atrocities today.