A Toast Poem by Kevin Carney

Amidst the night…
Cool dry summer air.
A chill runs up the spine…
Black moon…
The dead speak…
The horror of injustice.
Those murdered…
Those tortured…
Those cheated….
Those molested…
Blackness of the night.
Breaking the stillness of the darkness….
Speak out a word…
Of the injustices.
That has been done…
Listen so carefully…
Strain to hear the words.
Drink a toast to the ghosts.
Such a price they have paid….