Voices now gone but ne’er forgotten,
Words left seething in my mind.
Whispers of rumours, innuendo,
Murmurs of trouble, loss and care.
Tunes of songs we once were singing,
Lyrics with words not understood.
Speeches of monotones so dreary,
Sermons told o’er and o’er again.
Shouts of bitter accusation,
Cries of pain and sorrow too.
Screams of terror in the night time,
Sobs of grief too deep to bear.
Echoes of phrases unforgiven,
Calls from distant hills of home.
Voices of children never heard now,
Voices of families left behind.
Mark J. Humber 10 September 2006
Only some readers will understand the terrible meaning of this poem.
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