We listen
to the cries of
children, women,
and men in the angry
places of desertion
and hunger and thirst.

We listen to the shots
or innocents being killed,
to the shots of hopeless war.
To the booms and bangs
of beings losing their lives.

We listen to the
sounds of the animals,
being neglected, hurt,
and hunted by our own.

We listen to the effects
of our reckless risks
and stupid enhancements
of our weapons.

We listen to
the whistling of our
returning of tainted air
into the planet so kind
to give us refuge.

We listen to the
cry of pain from the world.