When language fails

Our cries fell
On hearts of stone
Where nothing grows
But the wickedness of their evil devices.
We have talked
We have raised our voices
We have sang songs
They met us with silence
Silence thick like a wall
A mountain that our hands cannot encircle
Now we wear our voices in our hands
We will attack with stones and daggers
And explosives
And suddenly
We will be heard
From all ends of the world
S.F.H.Ks

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