For those whose names history never knew
Scream loud
Yours is
The voice that needs to be heard
Yours is
The shout that breaks down walls
The ache in your belly is
The one that shatters the locks on great storehouses
Feeding the many
The blood dripping from your back and brow is
The fuel that feed the conflagration that consumes
Oppression and oppressor
Scream loud
Yours is
The wail of grief bawled over the bodies of dead sons and daughters
Yours is
The call to arms that awakes righteousness
Sending injustice cowering
The tears shed from your eyes
are prayers sent up from your soul
To profound
To heartfelt
To full of a hurt and aching
To ever be expressed by any human tongue
Scream loud
Your names
May never be known
Your lives
Your loves
You
My be forgotten
But your story
Your unwanted cause
Will forever be told
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
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