Random Axe of Silence

seized, 

aspirations surrender

and linger in the vacuous thoughts of the slain

corruption grows and festers into significant portions of the brain

sutured mouths open and yell in proportion to all the pain

broken glass travels intravenously in small morsels in the vein

miserable attempts of torture done in vain 

the sound of innocence consistently muffled by train

that crosses the tracks separating the promise of light from the lame

muted screams of freedom lay in the fire 

and remain transfixed by the flame

pollution disseminated widely with a mischievous intent

too unfit to be tamed

the rich adorned in penetrated skulls, raped bodies, and stolen names

broken hope, fictive dreams, and the colonized land of the maimed

anger implodes inside the spirits

where 400 years of oppression is contained 

the blood of slaves is stained upon the official documents of this country

where tenets of the devil is enshrined 

and the walls of the belly of europe is lined and carries frames

of dead masters, the whips, and the chains, enlightenment, and the cage  

'democracy', expropriation, scientific myths, and the gaze

it written in the page: 

when radical revolutions shout for change, 

they are met with the reign of the shotgun gauge

forced to yell from this rage

mouth full of blades,

so if you bite your tongue....

Silence Is DEAD