What voices were not heard
When the running herd
Galloped an left only
Three or four stragglers?

Are the dead worth nothing now?
Are we the same or any different?
How can one voice echo for eternity
And the other
Not at all?

Wise women crack their knuckles
Under a chap lipped cracking sun
Dust pours from the East
As the weary working children
Prepare their Feast

Neither normal nor medicore
Sore nor the bored
Can take away the soul
Of a commanding youth

Springs burst forth because they choose too
They listen
To no one
And know that not a book, policy or government fallacy
Can tell them otherwise

Is there no end to the evil anymore?
Have we reached the peak now can only hope
For a quick painless
Down pour?

Listen keenly to the watch wearing men who peddle their wears nowadays
There is a slight tone in their voice which has dropped
A breathe that wants to stop
But can't
Forcing them
To cop