by Austin Jepson, summer 2021
Take my thoughts,
Make them sing
My prayers,
Not in songs of human voices.
Make them shine,
But those of birds.
Not on billboards,
But on moonlight.
Make my words
Be heard
By those whose ears
Hear voices in silent places.
Where the wind speaks
And the only conversations
Are by creatures thought dumb
By those who kill for nothing
And destroy for money.
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