by Lunetta Toriana
Saturday, January 18, 2003
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In the night I hear them screech.
They strain for what they cannot reach.
The horrible sounds that are preached,
Cannot be heard beyond human speach.
They live in cages that can't be breached.
For them there is never peace.
Living through the days of fear,
We can't imagine why we hear what we hear.