Who Am I? (Voice in an Ocean)

By: Gus Victoria

Who am I? Why does my voice matter?

Does it?

I am one of many.

A drop in an ocean churning,

Lost in the spray of conflict,

Plowing the sea,

Forgotten on the shore,

An image in a mind

Eulogized, Half-remembered,

Tomorrow fully forgotten.

A spark snuffed in the bitter wind

That set naught aflame,

A hope beaten by time,

Despair rooted in reason.

Why do I speak?

My voice so small,

Carried for a moment,

Then forever destroyed,

They build monuments,

They write the myths

To believe in lies.

Deaf and blind

Covered in false glory

They thunder over all.

What is my voice?

What is yours?