Spokes of the Silenced
When can we get some silence,
for the people who feel broken,
cast a net and reel in violence,
muting those who are outspoken,
wheel turned blue from forced compliance,
those who spoke damned to the spoke’s kin,
and we haven’t heard back for a while since.
The endless leads we walk, fractured identity.
The fruitless seeds we sow, so patiently.
The worthless reads we stalk, procured no I in Me.
The hopeless weeds we grow, no personality.
Silently picking up pieces
of what we have tried to be, but
quietly making up peace is
harder than it has to be, so
Kick up your feet and just run with it
pick up the peace and just piece it in
stick up your cleats and just find a fit
for all of those who spoke, damned to the spoke’s kin.
Posted Nov 1, 2022, 12:41 AM UTC
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