Between every waft and gust
You could hear a crack
of voices of men & women,
as they carry their children
despite the split and bang.
Every waft carries to you
the husky voices while humming
songs from time of liberty
despite every rift and jag.
You would crack for a moment
but you would go on with your life
and they will still twist a tear
for each gust and crack.
Tweet © July 2011
