Voices

We lost voices
Lives
Loved ones
Secrets no one knew
That afternoon a woman was going to tell her husband
She was carrying a child
A man was going to get married
A child was going to take their first step
We lost the stories of their lives
What makes them who they are
Who are they ?
I would have liked the hear their voices
Their soft accents
Repeat stories of their childhood
Legends their parents told them
That would have been passed down to their children
A singer was going to write a song
An author was going to write a book
But instead they are blind
We are blinded
By their blindness
Beyond ours
That chooses dead ends
With no respect for life


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