We Can All Hear The VoicesA Poem by KWPand on the inhale stop!! calm your mind listen you too can hear hear voices of those cast-out displaced lost better off forgotten dead as you wait in line for your daily coffee p a u s e for you too can hear as you buy new clothes keeping up with fashion check-in with yourself before you check-out for you too can hear as you throw away uneaten scraps lapse a moment in the task linger there for you too can hear as you embrace your loved ones in routine and commonplace hold fast take a moment longer make it last for you too can hear hear voices of those cast out displaced lost better off forgotten dead “my mother was shot right in front of me in our village, she dropped to the ground, they see I was about to scream but the bullets hit my body first I fell on top of my mother” Girl, 6, Boko Haram, Nigeria “stolen away from all I knew, a gun to my head, raped, raped, raped, raped, something hard pressing on my skull, a boot, the butt of a rifle, dead” Girl 16 Nigeria "I sat on my father's lap, he was watching the news of the war, he screamed at the television, I saw a lot of broken houses on the pictures the television was showing, then the picture went fuzzy and I heard a screeching noise, the bomb landed, right on my house' Boy 5 Palestine “my mother gathered us up, she said we had to leave, otherwise we would be killed by the bad men, why did the bad men want to kill us? we walked, I became weak, too weak for life, I died on the side of the road” Boy 3 Syria “on a boat, out at sea, too many people, no food, water, too much water, can’t swim, can’t breathe in the water - drowned at sea” Boy 14 Myanmar “it was too dangerous where I was living, my father sold everything to pay for a better life for my sister and me, we got into the back of a truck, we headed for America, my sister would look after me, we stopped I heard sirens, i was scared, so scared, my sister held my hand, everything in the back of the truck was black, there were lots of people packed into the truck, all of us trying to find a better life, i didn’t want to leave my mother and father, my father promised it was for the best, when the truck stopped I heard people crying, silent crying because we were told not to make a noise of else we would be put on fire, somebody must have made a noise, I was put on fire” Girl with Sister 11 & 16 Mexico “why am I dead now?” Lost children of the world were never given a chance or an answer of why? maybe just maybe if we all learn to hear the voices of those cast out displaced lost but not forgotten maybe just maybe we can learn together just how to make this world a better place XXX © 2015 KWPAuthor's Note
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Added on July 2, 2015Last Updated on July 3, 2015 Author![]() KWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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