An Unheard Voice In The Winds Of Unchange... Poem by Michael Gale

An unheard voice in the winds of unchange...
Help ushered out only if heard within proper range.

Does this seem so very strange? ...
Are ye held captive like in a, animalistic mange?

How to get out? ...
Quick, look out and shout.

Wave about? ...
Get rid of that lout.

Get away...
Have a better best rest of your life like day.

Begone...
Bygone!

Bye-bye!
My, oh-my.

Me oh my...
Aye yuy!

Do or die...
Bye-bye!