Amidst the night… <br />Cool dry summer air. <br />A chill runs up the spine… <br />Black moon… <br />The dead speak… <br />The horror of injustice. <br />Those murdered… <br />Those tortured… <br />Those cheated…. <br />Those molested… <br />Blackness of the night. <br />Breaking the stillness of the darkness…. <br />Speak out a word… <br />Of the injustices. <br />That has been done… <br />Listen so carefully… <br />Strain to hear the words. <br />Drink a toast to the ghosts. <br />Such a price they have paid….<br /><br />Kevin Carney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-toast-12/
