The Hidden

The woods call me yet I can not come.

The ocean longs for me but I can not go.

The mountains sing to me though I can not sing.

The wind whispers for me to come but I can not follow.

The rain pleads for me yet I can not play.

The birds come to lead me away but they fly to far.

 

My bonds are unseen by men,

Though they are the ones that hold me.

Unknowingly they made my chains,

Unwittingly they cut it shorter.

 

At one point I could have gone to the woods, the ocean, the mountains and rain,

I could have gone with the wind,

I could have followed the birds,

But men hold me back now.

 

I would tell them I'm the only one keeping them alive,

I would if I could,

If only they could hear me.

 

Men have become dumb,

A fallen, blind and deaf people.

Oblivious to the cries of children.

Heedless of their elders warnings.

 

Yet a very few of us still plead on their behalf.

Even fewer of us fight for their existence.

And I, being a guardian of this people,

Have been chained by the people we protect.

 

I am not the first.

 

We are the strangers that travel among you.

We stop you from killing each other without your knowing.

You are the ones wishing to kill and capture,

We are the ones that stomp on your toes and say,

"Sorry go run along home now."

 

Those who hear of us call us The Hidden,

Those who know of us call us friend or foe,

Those who know us say nothing.