Obligatory Silence


promises of the damned: the broken & the bruised-
they are used against us
stitched together with threads of hair: DNA from the lost ones
needles made from fragile bone: of those too afraid to speak
words knotted into paragraphs,
run-on sentences causing confusion-
mass hysteria filling lungs
clogging passages for air flow
producing new generations,
though not afraid to speak
they inherited hushed minds
thinking:

this is the future
the past never to be the same-- we;
not free to say our piece
or speak our minds to say the least --
silenced tones produced by vocal chords echo in ones ears,
knowing that silence is the best way to win a war
win a war where there is to be no love
win a war that we never started
win a war we never wanted

our silence a protest--for those we've forgotten

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