5 May 2012
Always speeding, never stopping to see.
This is the human race, but not me!
Glance up to the sky and suspended in the air,
You will see whispers of cold despair.
The ghost children locked in this uncaring time,
Never got to say their final goodbyes...
Shhh! Can you hear them?
No words, just tears,
Weeping. Overcome with fears.
How did they get here? Why? When?
All such young children. No women. No men.
No substance, just whispers that freely fly.
They stare and stalk the passers by,
But listen, look and you will see...
They are human, just like me.
Whispers • Opuss № I