The Names We Used to Whisper

And now we shout.

we move, not with our hands together but raised up, calling the heavens and the angels the names we used to whisper cried around the world, cries for help the blackening of the morning skies

no, it’s not enough we need more hands to raise up a hundred more voices that scream a cacophony that doesn’t cease the names we used to whisper the war cry of the fighters and their devastating fleets marching in between heartbeats we move, as a shield of our interlaced fingers standing stronger in this field than the still standing skyscrapers like concrete titans watching our fight, cries echoing the names we used to whisper

still, it’s not enough we need more hands to raise up a thousand more voices that scream a cacophony that doesn’t cease the names we used to whisper the war cry of the fighters blood still spills on the streets marching in between heartbeats they still beat, beat, beat, beat –