by Shenita Etwaroo

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.

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