Shout no Voices

To a friend who is hurting,
A stranger who is stranded,
Adopted deported immigrant.
To a sister turned fore,
A child writhing in pain,
A jobless Youth,
And you Incarcerated conscious convict.
To a mourning husband,
with suicide note at shore
and a laughing, crying jilted lover.
Though the voices have stopped,
Yet in true sense they persists.

End.

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