Stolen Voices

I wonder if the wind can hear
The cries from unmarked graves
People taken before their time
Doomed to be death's slaves

Those who've all gone missing
The stolen voices that remain
Trying their best to let us know
The purpose of their pain

They're buried in an barren field
Or under a giant oak tree
The places we pass everyday
With death we cannot see

Voices crying out hidden away
From deep within the ground
Hoping someone finally hears
Hoping they'll soon be found

Stolen voices are every where
The people that time forgot
A few are found and rest in peace
But most of them are not

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

This is so true and very sad. Your words tell the story well. Just last night on KPBS, they had this group trying to find the burial site of a bunch of railway workers who died of cholera and were buried without markers. They began to find a few and some of them had their skulls bashed in! It's like they were calling out to be found, so the truth would come out and they could be at peace. Your poem says it all.

[Constance Payne]

This is the most touching piece written for those who are taken and never found. The families of these people ache more knowing that they know nothing. May they all be found and rest in peace.

Wonderfully written and so heart felt.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk

[first second third]

this is very moving. it makes me start to cry because it is all so very true.. good pen

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk

[first second third]

your very welcome:) keep up the good penning, your awsome:)

[Sarah]

Very powerful and sad. Realy good.

[Whiskurz]

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wow such a deep powerful read, nicely written

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk