Whispers In the Wind
I hear, the sounds of
Whispers in the wind
While it travels
Through the air as
Voices cry out loudly
From afar, wanting their
Stories to be told.
From civil wars to slavery
Everyone trying to talk
At once, wanting their
Story to be the
First one heard
Even the land cries out
In a whispering weeping way
From all the bloodshed
Throughout the years
Whispers, whispers, as it
Whispers in the wind
JULY 15, 2021
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