*People have names* Juliet Turner



People Have Names
The grind of the system, the stain and the squeal,
dust in the air from those wheels within wheels.
we need a sign on the door to say welcome,
whoever you are, wherever you’ve been.
People have names, people have voices,
people have stories that never get told.
They stand up in anger, lie down in protest,
people have souls that are turning to gold.
A meal at the table, a slow burning candle,
circles that move from the source to the edge.
It’s the work of a lifetime to love and be loved in return,
to love to the end.
People have names, people have voices,
people have stories that never get told.
They stand up in anger, lie down in protest,
people have souls that are turning to gold.