This Place... Poem by Sotto Voce

I ask, I plead; I negotiate in Hidden Silence.
Do Our Rites of Passage consists of Open Violence?
Must we count the Coffins that are never Sealed.
Can we really afford Deferred Dreams to be Killed?

Should Our Daughters Accept and Learn what a Man is Not?
Or does her Abused Body; Motionless; Lay and Rot.
Would the World be so Kind to Extend A Helping Hand?
To Aid a People determined to Build on Sinking Sand.

This Place Reminds Me of a Cloud that Cries.
Full of Potential, Hope, and Searching Eyes.