When the poet’s voice
Is silenced,
The world must pause
And remember
The breeze that speaks
To branches
And the beauty of it all.
War is shit.
An endless looping trauma.
Justice cries out
From the soul
As despots rage
And the wealthy
Shut their doors again.
If you carry pain
And grief
And kindle light inside,
I see your eyes.
I hold you in
The chambers of my heart.
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