Walking through the whispering grass.
I can hear the words from the past.
The voices from yesterday’s village.
War has destroyed this place in ultimate pillage.
We wash our hands of an enemies disgrace.
Let’s forgive the sinners and rebuild this place.
I hear a child weep, not much older than me.
No mother, No father left alone to be.
Our land is barren with no food or drink.
Prosperity lies in ourselves, and how we think.
Open arms must present themselves in this despair.
A helping hand, to give and share.
My place in this world is for me to unfold.
As I hear the grass whisper of stories untold.
I will remember what I hear and see
To remind the world of why we should be free.
Toto Salva – All rights are reserved by the Author.
(Written ~ September 2nd, 2015)