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.
Copyright © Eduardo Bosco | Year Posted 2020
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