thomas clare
wish
wish
I wish to be heard.
Speak out,
Speak louder
No one’s listening.
But I wish they would
I wish they would hear the silent screams of the children,
I wish they would listen to the wise words of the old,
Instead of ignoring there cries.
I wish they watched
The words that escape
Our words, our pens, our pencils and our minds.
Maybe they do listen,
And they pretend they don’t care.
But with every scream we voice.
They die a little inside.
And soon they will be a mess.
And they will care.
And we will be heard.
We will be heard.