This stunning picture is by Jaime ibarra. Thanks Nekneeraj for providing it to work with this week!
I hear them call,
Demanding voices cloaking fear,
They shunned and ignored the old ways.
They let their world fall,
Only hearing what they wanted to hear,
Now they turn back to the old days.
Sweet messenger of sorrow,
You bring word to me for aid,
Why should I heed their plea?
They wanted a brighter tomorrow,
The price for which they have paid,
They turned their backs on me.
Yes, I hear them call,
Redemption and pity are their cries,
I will listen to their sorry tale:
Their ancestral spirits may once again stand tall,
Perhaps forget their deceit and lies,
And save them from their living hell.