can the fall of autumn’s leaves
speak to us in a crescendo?
can the whispers of tumultuous
winds enlighten us some day?
can truth be held aloft once more
and spears of hate be deflected?
can we evolve to become human
and seekers of many invisible things?
can we close a door on brutality
and open windows to the seas?
can we stop millions of violations
and all of humanity’s atrocity?