I Hear

I hear the screams of the souls in hell

Remembering a past where memories dwell


To weak to reach for the light above

Focusing on hate instead of love


Poor me alas I have suffered wrongs

Enduring prejudice singing sad songs


I share my misery with every word I write

Pulling my people into darkness not light


Let us focus on hate and anger out of love

Forget the olive branch and the snow-white dove


The beauty not shared of the ways of old

The wisdom of elders their stories not told


The savior has shared his miserable past

Leading his people as they listen aghast


They gather together a pathetic flock

Pitiful sparrows following the hawk


Affinity and relatedness what is in a word?

All other thoughts not wanting to be heard


I hear the screams of the souls in hell

Standing in line with tales to tell


They do it well

Ray Martell