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Amid the darkened crevices of the world,
Cracked walls, graffiti covered windows,
Barred doors that never let the silence in –
Basement rooms that capture hearts,
Where lives spiral far away from you,
Slipping through your fingers till you’ve lost your chance;
Calling passionate hearts to distant lands –
Can’t you see the hungry pain?
They think there is no other way,
That their only voice is the voice of a gunshot,
But that’s not true, oh if only it weren’t true!
Humanity’s song is a broken, tortured thing,
But it’s alive; the nations’ beating heart;
All the graffiti can’t be washed away –
It’s a part of life, let it start singing too.
~ Ilana Reimer