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Stolen Voices

I wonder if the wind can hear The cries from unmarked graves People taken before their time Doomed to be death's slaves Those who've all gone missing The stolen voices that remain Trying their best to let us know The purpose of their pain They're buried in an barren field Or under a giant oak tree The places we pass everyday With death we cannot see Voices crying out hidden away From deep within the ground Hoping someone finally hears Hoping they'll soon be found Stolen voices are every where The people that time forgot A few are found and rest in peace But most of them are not

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 2/11/2012 5:27:00 PM
Hi Larry, great to see you back. Awesome piece. Profound and thought provoking. Enjoyed. Great job. Have a great weekend. Best to you and yours, my friend. Be well. Ralph
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Date: 2/9/2012 9:09:00 AM
A thought provoking piece, tragic really. Well done. Love, Kim
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Date: 2/9/2012 8:03:00 AM
very powerful and beautifully rhymed. nice one!
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