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,
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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.
Good poem. Let us do something about it while we can.