Voices

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