Voices

These are our voices calling out

The say-sos which we put in words

The seeds we sowed fortuitous

As horse manure is for the birds

We tried our best to reach the stars

To ply terms fit for bardic kings

But moons are harder marks to hit

When arrows sail on hapless wings

These are our voices left behind

The standpoints ours and ours alone

The thoughts we had encouraging

As dreams tied to a sinking stone