“Do you hear that?” she asked.
“Hear what?” he said.
The soft flutter of tiny wings
as they are cut from the backs of baby girls,
so they can never fly.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The silent cries
of those whose voices
and lives
have been stolen from them.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The sound of animals calling to their own kind
not knowing they are the last ones to exist.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The sound of weeping mothers
who mourn over the bodies of their dead children
on battle fields and in the streets.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The sound of the earth dying.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what”
The never ending lies
and hatred
that spills from the mouths
of those who enslave us
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The screams of violence
that go on forever.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The silence of those
who are hungry
and those who live
in fear.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The sounds of joy
as our species
becomes extinct
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