on
this day
i
will not listen to the voices
of
hubris, triumph, and ridicule;
but
pause to hear
the
tears of hungry children,
the
broken souls of the ignored,
the
anger of the kept down,
and
the whispers of hope
swirling
and swirling until they become
a
whirlwind of justice scattering
those
with hearts hard as nails
who
stand in its path.
©
2018 Thom M. Shuman
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