Sleep does not come easily
To one who is burdened by the horrors
I have seen and known
I can hear the cries
From children of the poor
As their hands bleed
From the labor they are forced
To do
I can hear their Mothers
Begging forgiveness for selling
The soul of the caged bird
To puppeteers that hide
Behind the warmth of a smile
I can see the raw and
Bleeding wrists on the ones
Who know…the ones
Forever bound by the silence
That binds me
It is for that reason that
I stand up for what true
Humanity is
It is for that reason
I can no longer be
Bound by silence.
...why does it hurt so much?
