Standing in a crowd
My voice loud and strong
Yet ignored and silenced
Sound waves evaporating
In a polluted air of false leadership
“Danger!” I call
While the oppressor’s mist
Clouds the senses
And tunnels my pleas
Tattered spirits weakened
By hate, fear, and pain
Spread misery cloaked in promise
Their words as weapons
Shielding the fragility within
We must unite in love to confront our truths – past and present
Or face an unrecognizable future.
Kelly Deeny 