The Whispers From The Shadows Poem by David Boyce

The whispers from the shadows.

I hear whispers from the shadows,
Those passed over from generations before,
Some through pain and suffering,
In lands so deep with war.

You can feel the heartache,
From the suffering of old,
In buildings built upon land,
Where many people died upon, feels cold.

The pain through years of torture,
Lack of food grown upon the land,
Killed just to take these produce away,
Because this was all unplanned.

The whispers from the shadows,
In languages I shouldn’t understand,
Translated by Spiritual forefathers for me,
So we have this information to hand.

Written by David Boyce
13 August 2015

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