Strands of hair.
Standing on the edge.
Of faint muffled waves.
In the horde of multiple voices lay the symphony
Yet three became the loudest and cacophonous.
The rhythm is disgruntled with bickering beats
But beauty lies in the muffled voices of the minority.
Its sign language now right?
You financed the deadening light.
You seem not to hear your voice a bit.
It’s because you are strangling it.
Broken, I stand alone in the dark,
Pained, bloody tears from every pore trails,
Stricken, on my knees to gather my dignity,
Livid, my shouts came out in a muffled shrill.
Don’t want to hear it so drown it out.
Where’s music? Where’s movies? Volume up. Swallow sound.
Then back to wall, rock and hard place, stunned and dizzy, stumbling crawl.
Sigh of relief, hope at last. It is not silent. I muffled it.
Brazen deprivation to loud vociferous calls
Our suppressed cries yearning for freedom’s chants
Faded will, less strength to break free from the political anvil
Once fiesty protestations dwindles into muffled voices
Let’s play this song and hold its chord by the thorns,
strumming the silence of the dangling sweet nuisance.
The charm sweetened on thumb’s pressed unto the nipples of this notes,
listen to voices throttled into screeching sounds of the clouds.
Lawyers they say say a lot
Doctors, well, they write unclear a lot
What do scared people do?
Are babies stammerers too?
Far away in the land of PASSIVE desperate voices broke free from chains and off into the ears of their monarch they landed
These voices in their helplessness were shoved back into captivity
Like Somalian Children they could only embrace their misfortune and bury their plight
To match this move their monarch snarled This is the era of CHANGE and you MUST deal with it