Can you hear them?
They’re calling out to you.
A trillion voices, all lifted up,
Their song in discord,
A melancholy plea.
Does the call for Justice reach your ears
When you look down at your breakfast plate?
A meal of anguish rests between your fork and knife.
© Shenita Etwaroo
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