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Death With No Voice

The faces have no name or color, they only hope of a future which will never be seen. They stagger to God in prayer begging for help as the tears flow freely down their worn and wrinkled cheeks. Mothers awake to the sound of crying with not an answer to their children's pleas. The world goes on as always, turning their backs on these people, who continue to die in silence, without a voice or harmony.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/25/2014 9:45:00 AM
Joan, vulnerable children are my passion.. Your sad, emotive write leaves me in a determined muse!
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