21/04/2024
Crickets chirping the empty rooms
In the stillness of dawn, I thought I heard
The whispers of change, the song of a bird
But instead, it's the silence, the crickets' refrain
Echoing through streets, where apathy reigns
Generations burdened, with trauma's weight
Seeking liberation, from the past's cruel fate
Yet judgmental eyes, like shadows, they loom
Casting doubt and darkness, in every room
Efforts to unite, to heal and to mend
Met with indifference, as if no one will bend
But still, in the silence, hope flickers on
Like a lone candle's flame, in the darkness, it's drawn
So let's not give in, to the sloth's sleepy call
For change starts within, breaking down every wall
With each voice that speaks out, each hand that extends
We'll rewrite the story, and on unity, we'll depend
For though the crickets chirp, and the sloths may sway
Together, we'll rise, to a brighter day.
Damian Enderle (c) Copywrite 2024