i cannot sleep for this constant shouting...
the shouting of trees, the shouting of alleyways,
the shouting of rats crawling through trash.
the shouting of needles and Family Bibles,
the shouting of flags folded and given.
the shouting of machines, abandoned and morose,
the shouting of fields gone barren.
the shouting of poverty ripping color from being,
the shouting of hunger in faces silent.
the shouting of guns loaded and unloaded,
the shouting of clinics, filled without names.
the shouting of prayers wriiten in pavement,
the shouting of rivers filled with sewage.
the shouting of birth, and the shouting of death...
the shouting of love, distant and forgotten.
the shouting of god, in doubt's innumerable forms.
The voices of the oppressed are being silenced...nature being destroyed...and the mountains are crying with the melting snow as tears! Good poem Eric, a great 10.
If everyone heard the shouting maybe something would be done about all the pain, but sadly we live in a world where no one listens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Let us do something about it while we can.