On the wind

I hear the ancestors voices

On the wind

Speaking of things

They endured

A darkened history

Of struggle to survive

Emerging from the mire

Of deprevation

What were all

Of these young lives for

Caught up in a War

They never started

Fighting to set right

An age old score

Dictated by other powers

No sunshine

Or flowers

Until.they died

Leaving behind

Those who cried

So quietly

Burying the pain

Under the cover of a thousand nights

Riven with heartbreaking silence

Clasping to their bodies

Memories

That only echo now

Lingering on the wind

Which speaks of things

Our hearts

Can only sense

In silence