The Silence Effect

Silence.
A strength,
a virtue worth held.
Says those who steer the world towards
an impersonal hell.
Speak not,
on the abuses,
the many sins committed.
Speak up,
against your brother,
yet never for those afflicted.
Speak falsely,
then,
let it be truth.
Days pass,
Submission.
Wicked gaining ground,
but never their due.

No more.

All eyes on the corrupted,
foster shame upon their greed.
Limited, these kings.
A game, their grift, our disease.
Necessity reassessed,
excess turned taboo.
Those who give, not take,
hold the heralded virtue.
The Few, left behind.
Honor stripped from their names.
The ouroboros cast aside.
Isolated,
burnt,
holding rage,
their own dark flame.

Immemorial, this Silence,
nurturing the rot of evil deeds.
Promises, broken.
Agitation.
Masses, awoken.
It dawns.
Earth tilled,
the Many must plant their seeds.

Gilded glyphs,
ancient myths,
guilt trips,
with these acquiescence breeds.
Status quo flourishes,
it is certain.
The antithesis,
noble deeds.
Progress manifest,
unrest.
The ripping of the curtain,
window to a future scene.
Elucidating,
illuminated,
truth travels along the beams.
To change the guard,
fell the lords,
we all loudly scream:
"Atrocity!
Weak-willed
Hypocrisy!"
Make known
the dirt,
the closets,
their bones,
the hurt.

Revoke the tradition
of sowing discord
upon our Mother Earth.
Her progeny connected abreast,
an unprecedented age.
No clouds to pierce, waves to crest,
irrelevant these days.
Knowledge, the weapon.
Effective if sage.
We craftsman, us soldiers,
manifest the legion's rage.
Past sins not forgotten,
rebalance, repair.
Generational vision,
a remission,
lessen Mankind's despair.

Silence as strength.
A lie, one so stark.
Go forward,
deconstruct,
chip away at the dark.
Hoping one day to see
if this world has a heart.