The room was large and dark
on the table was a lamp
which beamed upon a letter
didn’t know where it came from.
Her room, it was all mess
now everything was in it’s place
walked towards the table
and noticed the window open.
Closing the window, she sat
held the letter and numbered it.
smiling she pulled the drawer and
to the bunch of letters, added one more.
Letters from the oppressed
letters from the abused
letters from the victims
letters from the slaves.
Every letter felt damp
with the tears of those poor
and every letter empowered her
and made her much more stronger.
With the rising sun she stood
holding the bunch of letters
their smiles, she could feel
for she was set to fight for the dead.