*Wailings unheard,* Times and seasons unfold, Yet my sorrows and weariness still left untold. Though I had a voice, Wailing was the only way I could relate my feelings. For years, I hid in shame, Enduring the pain, I stood strong, Believing it was all a name, That it would wither to thin air after this phase. But I guess I was all wrong. My wailings were all like the whirling sound of the wind, That soothes both oppressors and righteous. When will my voice be heard, And brought to the judges panel for justice? Justice must be served! | Quote by Beulah Moses