We Will Be Heard

By Geoffrey Dean

Filled with feeling, yet stunned by disbelief,

I froze like a pond in the depths of winter.

This happened here?
This happened
Again?

Your final agony ended my long lethargy

As tears rushed down like a river of melted ice.

This cannot happen.
This cannot happen
Anywhere.

Anger searing like the hot summer sun,
We struggle to breathe, to think, to speak.
Will we be heard?
Will we be heard
This time?

Hope ripening like a crop near harvest time,
We gather, voices raised in familiar song.
We will be heard!
We will be heard
This time.

Copyright © 2020 by Geoffrey Dean