Voices of Victims,
a quiet moment in ponderous thought,

Voices of Victims,
uni ed against the morning after pill, for the sanctity of human life.

Voices of Victims,
raised against the mega media’s proliferation of murder, rape and mayhem accessed by our youth through X-Box, Nintendo and Wii video games.

Voices of Victims,
silenced as the pillage of the victor’s spoils of war,

Voices of Victims,
rallying for the just cause of those missing children on the back of milk cartons across America,

Voices of Victims,
unheard in the dungeons of prisons throughout the world, mumbling for release from the chains of oppression,

Voices of Victims,
weeping before the caskets of lives taken too soon,

Voices of Victims,
calling out for justice, innocent bloodshed in a hail of gunfire.

Voices of Victims,
lamenting, I’m too young to die of cancer, Lord hear my prayer,

Voices of Victims,
a little girl hidden in the darkness lest the monster boogeyman touch her again.

Voices of Victims,
a little boy in a closet wishing he was a grown man so he could stop the Mr.’s infliction of searing pain,

Voices of Victims,
a woman moaning in pain, why me, why me,

Voices of Victims,
pleading for it to stop, a woman asking the Lord to let her die, her self-worth, a lifetime to build, shattered in a few seconds by a degrading act of violence,

Voices of Victims,
pleading for the violence to stop, to be heard,

Voices of Victims,
unheard by us, lest, we accept the truth that we are not the victims,

Voices of Victims,
shall we hearken to hear, so we may know rsthand the pain, misery and suffering we have caused, thus holding ourselves accountable to this day.