Harold Sanford Carter III/112150
807 Cushing Rd.
VOICES’S FROM THE CRACK’S
One’s forgotten heard in the unfruitful.
Emotion’s so potent you ponder us,
In oppression of course the words will cry.
This very poem was written in cuffs.
Yes, picture a voice like heard in a dream.
Legions of us talk with little ear.
Shall we vibrate thus know we are afar.
Yes, you hear this voice ye must skry you seer.
Us is the desert upon the barren.
We are where humanity will not heed.
Dare you to listen or gaze upon us.
Our voices are heard from the holy east!
To the cracks in the dry split by the sun,
Amongst many voices but I am one.