Voiceless, by Celeste

Voiceless

A cry in the middle of the night
A gunshot echoing in the distance
People gathered together in fright
A hushed whisper about resistance

A black cat curled up in the alley
Waiting for his moment to strike
Mentions of a dark deadly valley
People forced to stay where they don’t like

A scar they would like to erase
A pain you can see in their eyes
Memories of a dark and dreary place
Truths hidden by so many frightful lies

The powerful slowly destroying the weak
The weak striving for survival
The smell in the area will always reek
From such events there is no revival

A child’s whine is quickly stifled
An audible gasp is quietly smothered
Silence a virtue never rivaled
A voiceless child is gently mothered

Words are quickly shoved down your throat
As you gaze silently into the enemy’s face
You stare as you remember that famous quote
About a guy who ran the fastest and lost the race

An itch aching for a single scratch
A voice wanting to shout out
An idea waiting and willing to hatch
Unfortunately his heart isn’t very stout

He’s been beaten down far too much
So his thought will never have a voice
Cause he’s been taught to act like a dunce
And so I ask you does he have a choice?


By: Celeste Greene