The Voiceless Will Scream

poetboy123

Imagine seeing your dead fall down in the streets

To a spectacle of racist bloodshed with front row seats

Rich, poor, young, old, the color of your hands means your story's told

Watching the bodies hit silently against the ground

As the sirens blare out in red and blue

Your mouth opens to let out a sound

But no one will be there listening to you

 

Stare as they pin him down, a man with no guns to be found

Look as that knee slams on his neck

Struggling to reach breath

After breath

Gasping

For air

And eight minutes pass

With those fatal words escaping the crushed pipes of sound

"I can't breathe" words from a man with no guns to be found

 

He wasn't the first to say them, and he won't be last

An everlasting reminder of an oppressive, racial past

But the perpetrators walk away, world left aghast

Your mouth opens to let out a sound

Watching each body hit against the ground

 

The day the deaf fail to hear the cries

The cries of change, the cries of pain

All fall limp and falter against hearts of stone

Left with the stories of the slain

The voiceless will scream again and again

Until their words aren't enough

If you won't listen to reason, listen to the sounds of broken glass

Listen to the flames kindled in the streets

Now will be the time for your front row seat

  • Author: poetboy123 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2020 21:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Poetic Dan

    Holly flaps, see what I mean. Even if this didn't happen we know there is far more to be seen!
    You tell it well of what we should all see, the unforgettable sounds of Silent Screams...
    Change is coming and it won't hit the streets or sit comfortably on the front row seats, it will be down to each soul to look down deep, to not conform and take back the power that's past the skin. To see a true vibration that nature intended, not the self-righteous human intellect

    Ha ha, cheers for the outlet and inspiration!
    Keep up the write

    • poetboy123

      Thanks Dan! “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream."-Martin Luther King Jr.

    • Goldfinch60

      Such a powerful write PB, that episode shows the racism is still in the world, why cannot everybody be treated equally and with respect.

      Andy

      • poetboy123

        To change the world is to give birth to a new one, and the birthing pains manifest into chaos. Nice to see you again Andy and thanks for the comment.



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