I hear their voices calling me
Out of a past that used to be
So long ago and faraway
That unspeakable yesterday.
I was quite young how could I know
I lost my childhood quickly though
The words I heard, I can’t forget
At times I’m sure they echo yet
And temper all my actions still
I am convinced they always will !
It is much fun to walkabout
To run and skip and laugh and shout
How easily we make the case
That all of us wear the same face !
But do we know that this is true
Examples set by me and you
No two alike, no two the same
Each, disability to claim.
We’re not all blind, but shackled are
By speech that blames chaos afar
Who ever dreamt that there would be
A world crammed with war amputees !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 