fauxcroft

The wind blows

there are tears in my eyes,

I hear forlorn lost cries,

in a place that’s hard to see

in an age lacking humanity.

Nobody seems to care these days

as we witness so much tormented rage,

created from lost, confused lives

we have to see others plights,

who suffer in quiet

for they have no voice,

we have to find ways for them

to have their say,

a chance to speak and to be heard

before they end up distressed

and disturbed,

for they too are part of this world.