Silence
Location
There are Children who cannot speak-
Or eat- or breathe- or sleep- or think-
And how to long to stand and take
That which they believe is theirs-
Cowed, alone, quiet, scared-
Chicken to the threats of pain-
Dogged by doubts of confidence-
Running, Flighty- running-
always. Running-
Until their confidence is gone-
their spirits broke- their life-
Nothing is worth the pain.
And so they have a choice to make.
The easy way- the hooded man-
His scimitar and sickle sharp-
His kind eyes and friendly smile-
The help and the relief.
To hell with the consequences!
No-one loved them- they were
Untouchables, Unloveables-
Forgettable. Expendable.
Their life full of sadness
And Silence to fill a Room
with Pain. And Loss of everything-
Nothing but an illusion.
The harder way- the action took-
The flaming death- the noiseless screams-
Thiers’ is one of rage-
Bottled, closed- Sealed off.
The End is the same-
Neither way a paradise-
Nor parade- nor festivle-
Nor celebration-
Only the party of Silence.
-That is left-
This is all they can give.
Their life nothing-
their Death nothing-
Only the resounding-
omnipotent- Suffered
Silence.