Sounds of Silence
Fury of Hate
Seeking music like love
Unmasked and true
The sirens tempted sailors
Lured them with song
Bird women or mermaids
Seductive temptresses, all
Friends of the underworld
Rising up to scale down terror
The furies, goddesses of vengeance
But who drew first blood?
People at war within
Striking out at the “others”
They damn to hell
Calling themselves Patriots, Christians
Women and men, corrupt
Not wild and untamed but
Frozen into a certain sculpture, purgatory
Playing out their days unconscious
The Children display the culture’s themes
Obsessing about and compulsive about
The rituals they believe will protect them
From outside harm
Destroying themselves all the while
Myths of perfection and honesty
Cloaking themselves in sheep’s clothing
The wolf seeks the taste of flesh
Hauntings, memories, musings
Suicides peak while the rich
Paint their toenails with blood
Capturing enemy energy
Attacks, lies, horror abound
Whatever the people will believe
In fear so the powerful will flourish
Can we stop this pattern of torture?
Bitter, cruel, disgraced and scorned
Torments, floods, wildfires, each
Slicing away the skin of the land
Its beasts, all life, green growth
Screams and howls, dissonant
Tones, new birth springs out of
The swollen, burning earth
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Particles of life rising up into the air
In alien form and so wise
After this cleansing, or did this
New world learn nothing at all?
Wise enough to change the
Statues, the banal beliefs that held
The terror, the mythological fantasies
That allowed this hell to happen?
Praying so
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