Poetry
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
African (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Yeah. Do you hear the sound of my voice? Do you hear them shake and quiver in the silence of sorrow, of the etched pain? They have become one with me. A gloving aware, not broadly but a necessity man has never always been this way. Yeah I have been better I have known a better life suddenly everything comes tumbling out and the things we had no control over took our homes that's not the light under our bed. Taking the sleep away from our eyes. But really that wasn't the nightmare that was to come. Yeah. Yeah. It's game with the sound yeah. Of 1000 birds. It's game down on our homes. When the war's slept, when our Children slept in our arms they became alive. Best animals eating up everything in its wake. We could not fight them. We had no weapons that could bring them to their knees. We only had our knees to pray. Yeah. But now even in our worship they laid waste to our bodies. Yeah. Taking away our last breath as we called to our God to our key. The one who lives in the caves. Mhm. And the one who has Dominion over the trees. They could not answer us. So voices became bearing and our struggles nothing compared to the might they visited upon us the fire from their nurseries. And they could not help us. I might do. I could not help us. We laid crying cully and the gods of our forefathers. But Alice Alice. We had nothing, nothing.