I hear your cries in the howling wind,
Where the turmoiled burst free from the scalding wings.

Generations on generations,
Pain passed down where legacies need be.

This is the truth of what we’ve shed.

And those of us that deny have clearly lost our humanity.

We feel your anguish, we’ve breathed your agony.

The countless numbers, of broken hearts, estranged promises,
Of shattered dreams that follow pain.

It is difficult to be able to rise up to such a haunting truth.

There is no beauty in pain.
There is no gain in suffering.

The hurt of hollow apologies,
Of hope, of love, of torture, of sadness,
Of hope again, of fleeting joy, of darkness, of grief.

There is no parallel to told in the anguish of injustice.

This cycle of toxicity must end.
And if your pain is not acknowledged,
Let those that refuse to put their knives down be put to shame.

01.10.2021