they shut our mouths
without telling the truth
not to say a bad word
that could break through
their cunning souls –
hopeless;
they closed our ears
so as not to hear their whispers
about us
but what did they have to say ?
always relying on
contradictions and shame;
they covered our eyes
so that we wouldn’t see their deeds
under the cover of the black night
constant
an invented chain of puzzles
to bind all innocents within;
they have restricted our hands
for us to have limited ability
to show the world
that they are wrong
binding us all
in this castle made of counterfeit stones;
they put masks on our faces
to distort all our senses
so as not to feel the stink
of their upcoming abuse –
these heartless souls
buried deep in the ground
crying for help with no regret
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BA in Cultural Studies
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I read this & my first thought is the current lack of civil discourse in this country. But your words cut much deeper, causing this world's obsessions to pale into trivialities, begging us to look behind the facades & find some way to get real with one another.