Literature
Shrieking
I see faces... hundreds of faces...
With eyes sunken they look on, longing for something they don't even know exists...
Their bodies are gaunt and slim from famine that has lasted since before they can remember...
They search, under stones, behind trees, in slaughter houses, bars and alleyways...
They look for it everywhere but where it is...
I see people... hundreds of lonely people...
With loud shrieks they call, wailing and crying, and yet they neglect the invitation of the one who could comfort them...
They tell of the terrible pain they endure every day, they scream and shout to all the passers-by...
When the answer finally comes