Can you hear it? The sounds of many Screaming in pain, Engulfed in death and anguish Not a sight one would wish To see on a beautiful Sunday morning Begging for a drop water Crying out for scraps of food Barely clinging onto dear life Did you see The tears in their eyes? A little boy Burnt, broke, and bombed. Thousands And more to count. Voices that will be never heard, But if you listen closely, You'd hear their whispers A faint but steady chant ‘Never let history repeat itself’. - Rtr. Heshani Dharmapala
Voices
