Woeful Past Poem by Haig Hamilton

Someone Softly Said
Listen to the Breeze
Listen to the Breeze
As it softly blows
The gentle movement of Air
Moving in your ears
Hear it whispers
As though someone is there
As though someone was here
And the voices still lingers on
In the blistering sun
In the torrents of rain
Or resting in the shade of a mango tree
Taking in the breeze
Relaxing from heat and fatigue
Someone softly said
Listen……
Listen to the echo
The echo of the wall
And it calls
Wanting some attention
Demanding your attention
Pay attention
As though it was mentioned
Listen….
And the eerie silence gives way
To moan and cries
They beat us with nine prawn whip
The ground is bloody
A voice now speaks
In echoed hall ways
Sobbing rain now drops
Like tear drops falls from sadden eye
the innocent sobs, as
Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters
Aunts and uncles fall
Like the leaves, yes
The yellow leaves
Falling to the ground
And painful days erase the sound
Nightfall consumed and seals the past
Lip less wall stand tall
The witness to it all