like voices in an empty parking garage
they ricochet around my soul
echos
echos
echos
echos of voices
wails of starving children
screams of raped women
garbled mutterings of the drugged and drunk
loving words of shackled Christ-followers
laughter of those whose hearts are breaking
silence of soldiers trained to kill
echos
echos
echos
like voices in an empty parking garage
they ricochet around my soul
rainbow confetti from graffiti
on the grimy concrete floor
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