The Loudest Whispers

They wept tears of weariness
but their eyes were crisp and dry.
There were desperate cries of tribulation
but of their mouth, there was no sound.
I observed them carefully,
stories I'm watching unfold.
The injustice condoned for righteousness,
the abhorrence explicitly told.
For the love of this world is power,
and of this too many beseech.
We struggle daily with ourselves,
and struggle seems to be what we teach.
While dreams are quickly shedding skin
and lives being cast away,
what exactly are we doing
to ease another's pain?
Our tongues are twisted weapons
and deadly do they slay.
After all, we see what we want, and when we don't
we turn and walk away.
But where is thy kind hearted spirit,
raking hope from here to there.
Not telling one what cannot be done,
but takes the hand and shows one where.
I watched them led unto a place,
I've too familiar known.
And said dear child,
"Don't give up hope."
Your chapter isn't done.