Hear The Earth Crying

hear now the fallen voices calling
hear their crying in the blood soaked earth
from the ancient oaks you treasure
and your cobblestone streets prized
hear them shouting and dancing
in the mist of those plantations
at night when your full bellies slept
they danced on your gluttonous graves
for in the morn they quietly suffered
their story to echo to this generation

hear now you cannot silence
old deeds of bigoted privilege
hear now listen closely all
lest you find today’s angry voices
billowing at you in the future too

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at rfilos63@gmail.com. Read other articles by Robert.