For a certain kind that remembers
The workings of the tirelessly working
In the fields, in the scenes
Not despising the beginnings
Not denting the winnings
To the one that sees with the ears
Oh! We wait…..
For the broken
That which awaits such
The wounded,scarred, and scourged
We wish freedom
A template of permanency.
Oh we wait…..
It’s…Poetickoncept
@TheHerald
