Wake Up Call
- Kevin P. Henry
- May 7
- 1 min read
I have eyes that can see
The gathering storm
The cracks in my society
I see recycled hate
I see compassion disposed
I see the tide growing larger
Shades are drawn, doors are all closed
I hear the clamor of voices
But no one hears
I see eyes that are shut
Opened only by tears
Time to step up
And walk into the wind
No turning back
Since we know where we've been
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