When the dead sing

The dead began to sing Myriads of tales,unabashed, strewn unseen The dead had to chip in Vacuous human race, blind to its haste What words failed to reveal What man fears but waits till he feels The dead warned pellucid Hungry nights, Dying child…spoke her eyes Echoing bombs, Lacerated rights Unearthed malfeasance,Devil‘s nod to unfair …