Glass Bottles On Whitehall

Howling in the wind
Is nothing new to us.
In this gale we call
Home,
We howl until our
Voices are gone.
Struggling to make sense
Of the situation,
We act in the only way
We know how –

Our deeds are the
Voice of the unheard.

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