Echoes of the Forgotten

The world reeks of misery unto harm already done those in power speak from mountaintop their voices always heard and those forgotten on the plains who walk the very same words lost inside churning waters of the storm the world became a storm brews beneath the surface glimpses caught by a cunning eye only to be seen by those whose voices never rise power in the wrong hands only feeds the storm this lesson lost time again will change the world forevermore