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I hear a moan

Crying for relief

Crying to express

Crying to make its voice heard

Crying for acknowledgement of suffering

 

I hear a moan

From a hospital corridor

From the belly of a slave ship

From a refugee camp

From loneliness and boredom and pain

 

I hear the moans

Of a country at war

Of a people displaced

Of souls rejected and turned away

Of profound loss and sorrow

 

I hear a moan

From young lips in a detention center

From an outsider looking in

From an overly-crowded jail cell

From under a glass ceiling that won’t break

 

I hear a moan

Of labor before new life

Of prayer before connection

Of the last gasp before eternity opens up

Of God creating something out of nothing

 

I hear a moan uniting a world of individuals

To others grief

To strangers

To fears

To joy

 

I hear a moan gathering the troops

It calls the listening

It is a war cry

It will not stop

It will not be silenced