Silent weapons For quiet wars

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Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

 

Beneath a waken sun, beneath a somnolent moon,

Everyone is marching to their own silent tune.

No swords are drawn, no cannons roar,

Still battles rage behind every door.

 

One weapon of choice: a whispering lie,

As the sower planes the seeds, the peace bids its goodbye.

Resentment grows in darkness, feeds on doubt,

Poor fragile heart, it wears it right out!

 

Another weapon is time, a tricky thief in disguise,

Stealing moments of calmness right before our eyes.

Like silky sand it slips through fingers, swift and sly,

Before you know it you’re asking, “How fast did the time fly?”.

 

Still some will choose the weight of others' eyes,

Piercing, judging glances, silent cries.

As we armor up, we hope to hide each bruise and scar,

Presenting shiny mask, while concealing who we really are.

 

Next weapon of choice is the voice inside our head,

The Pronouncer of past failures, guilt, and dread.

Constantly remind us just how we’re not enough,

An ongoing war, we don’t give up even if the battle’s tough.

 

Leaders choose economy, a slow and silent killer,

Turning struggling families into hustlers and dealers.

As they propagate their hidden agenda like a skillful craft,

Young minds parish in the classroom without any mandatory draft.

 

This may be a quiet, never ending fight,

But each strike creates a new spark, a hidden light.

No matter the weapon hurled at us, day after day,

We forge a shield, on to the victory, we’ll find the way.

 

New courage found, may be soft yet still strong,

Let us proudly hum, fresh uplifting song!

We must learn to wield our own quiet arms—

With patience, kindness, love and selfless charms!

 

And even though some wars may never cease,

We must not give up on pursuing lasting peace.

Bitter silence, laughter will reclaim,

Joy will give us strength to rise, to beat them at their game!

 

So fight the silent weapons and quiet wars,

We’re the heroes we’ve been waiting for to break down prison doors.

Together we push through every struggle and every test,

We fight, we fall, we rise to discover each other’s best!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 



 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Quite the arsenal of weapons listed here. They are used every day by many of us in social interactions which I call urban warfare. Well done with good rhyme

  • Poetic Licence

    I love this write, all the weapons used daily by the masses but can be attributed to those currently in power, powerful write sending out an important message, great write



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