Echoes of the Unheard

Listen to the silence
Between protest chants,
Where untold stories pulse
Like blood through hidden veins.

Here are the voices
That history books forgot,
Whispering through subway tunnels,
Humming in laundromat fluorescence,
Dancing in factory steam.

The janitor’s midnight philosophy,
The taxi driver’s dawn prayers,
The dish washer’s dream songs —
All these unrecorded symphonies
Echo in society’s shadows.

They speak in languages
Of calloused hands and tired feet,
In the rhythm of time cards
And cash register bells,
In sighs between shifts.

Their poetry blooms
In break room conversations,
In grocery store aisles,
In the spaces between
“Welcome” and “Thank you.”

Listen closer now —
To the single mother’s lullaby
Sung between bus stops,
To the refugee’s quiet courage
Served with morning coffee,
To the elder’s wisdom
Wrapped in newspaper and twine.