the dead can’t speak
the living won’t speak
secrets within secrets
what more do you want?
the dreams you killed
our grief belittled
secrets within secrets
what more have we left?
the fears unexpressed
and greed is spread
secrets within secrets
what more can we hide?
when leaders are bound
our voices have no sound
secrets within secrets
what is left to be said?
when the rhythm will break
and only echoes reflect
secrets within secrets
that silence dutifully buried
was there anyone who cared?
SONYA KASSAM 
I can see the urgency and importance for us, the living, to care and to speak up enthusiastically…
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I am glad to hear you see it that way.
“When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.” ~ Malala Yousafzai.
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This is so beautiful! :)
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Thank you so much Sharen :-)
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You’re welcome. :)
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. Like many of your poems, I admire how your poems evoke many worlds for me. So many layered meanings.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks Robert. This one in particular has several meanings within meanings :-)
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Sonya, I love the lines secrets within secrets,
what more can we hide?
You have such a flair for poetry, good for you.
My very best wishes for you and your daughters.
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Thank you so much Ranu. I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with this poem, so I’m happy that you appreciated it.
My daughters already know you from the book you sent :-)
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