Whispers from the South

Whispers from the South

Weeping willows swaying in the sad wind

History reminds, leaves tracks in the soil

Red mud stained the palms of hands

Forgotten names and unknown images

Misleading information, corrupts what Remands in my mind. Stuck behind time.
Hands can’t reach, the hands who needed My help.
My ears were blocked from the Cries of the wounded, beaten, and killed.

Every sight is a new face, new voice,

Awakened sympathy and sadness

I’m sorry..

Air rippling through the atmosphere

Absorbing the stories told

Word after word fogs the sky

I see them, I feel them

Seeing those who were separated

Symbols broken

I shall remain informed

I hear you

Aeon Edwards