Written December 26, 2018

There was a voice
I did not hear it
As ancient as the 
Distant pyramids
As liquid as the 
Silkin stars
Barred by no fence
And marred with scars
Perhaps I’ll heed it another day 
For now I’d rather stay away.

There was a voice
As pure as silver
My god I wish
I did not kill her
She was frail
She was small
Perhaps did not exist at all
But she was there, oh yes indeed
That little voice I did not heed
Because I was filled with hate and greed
That silent voice I did not heed.

The Sound of Ignorance © Safira Schiowitz