*
*sound of wilderness
has come to pass
machines of men
have come to age
children no longer
go outside
it is not safe to
breathe
the traffic is
too much
and streets
are all crowded
old buses are filled
with people who do
not have time to live
there are no
stars in the sky
the sun is masked
by the tall buildings
water is no
longer free
fire is now
expensive
the night is
never dark
pierced by the
screams of a thousand
lights
without hope
or the warm sun
tired and
weary
people watch the
tall buildings
stare them
down
watch the
neon signs
street lights
cars, trees
and music
pass them
by
one by
one
they are
forgotten
placed inside
decaying
old crowded
buses
one by
one
they become
so many
a town
a city
a slum
that speaks of
nothing
not a word
only silence and
more silence
and the silence
becomes so heavy
crushing dreams
of every new born
until the silence
begets a scream
begets a machine
with a hammer
that knocks
on their feeble
doors
flatten their
denude walls
for opulent men living in
the silver clouds
in tall buildings with
neon signs
men who
own
hope
the sun
the buildings
the mountains
expensive cars
diamond rings
salaries
army
old crowded
buses
traffic and
winter smog
birds chirping
by the windows
voices talking
in the room
people tired
and bothered
hunch over in
their despair
coiled up in
corners
waiting for
the batteries
to run out
suffering in
silence
telling their
fractured stories
that speak of
nothing
not a word
only silence and
more silence
until the silence
becomes so heavy
that speaks of
nothing
not a word
only silence
until the silence
begets a scream
begets a machine
with a hammer
that knocks on
feeble doors
flatten the
rustic walls
to mine the rubble
and mint more sky for
opulent men living in
the silver clouds
men who
own
hope
the sun
the river
the moon
the mountain
summer
spring
golden sunsets
expensive cars
exquisite laughter
each worth more
than a lifetime
of impoverished
daughters and their
sons
angry fathers and
women they beat
mothers and
****** and
beggars and
millions upon
millions
without hope
or the bright sun
silent as
a scream
silent as
a whisper
silent as
violence
and it speaks
of nothing
not a word
only silence and
more silence
passed down
impoverished
malnutritioned
millions upon
millions
such is the
world
without hope
or the bright sun
each laugh as expensive
as an entire lifetime
suffering in
silence.*
*
Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 9:47 AM UTC
*
*sound of wilderness
has come to pass
machines of men
have come to age
children no longer
go outside
it is not safe to
breathe
the traffic is
too much
and streets
are all crowded
old buses are filled
with people who do
not have time to live
there are no
stars in the sky
the sun is masked
by the tall buildings
water is no
longer free
fire is now
expensive
the night is
never dark
pierced by the
screams of a thousand
lights
without hope
or the warm sun
tired and
weary
people watch the
tall buildings
stare them
down
watch the
neon signs
street lights
cars, trees
and music
pass them
by
one by
one
they are
forgotten
placed inside
decaying
old crowded
buses
one by
one
they become
so many
a town
a city
a slum
that speaks of
nothing
not a word
only silence and
more silence
and the silence
becomes so heavy
crushing dreams
of every new born
until the silence
begets a scream
begets a machine
with a hammer
that knocks
on their feeble
doors
flatten their
denude walls
for opulent men living in
the silver clouds
in tall buildings with
neon signs
men who
own
hope
the sun
the buildings
the mountains
expensive cars
diamond rings
salaries
army
old crowded
buses
traffic and
winter smog
birds chirping
by the windows
voices talking
in the room
people tired
and bothered
hunch over in
their despair
coiled up in
corners
waiting for
the batteries
to run out
suffering in
silence
telling their
fractured stories
that speak of
nothing
not a word
only silence and
more silence
until the silence
becomes so heavy
that speaks of
nothing
not a word
only silence
until the silence
begets a scream
begets a machine
with a hammer
that knocks on
feeble doors
flatten the
rustic walls
to mine the rubble
and mint more sky for
opulent men living in
the silver clouds
men who
own
hope
the sun
the river
the moon
the mountain
summer
spring
golden sunsets
expensive cars
exquisite laughter
each worth more
than a lifetime
of impoverished
daughters and their
sons
angry fathers and
women they beat
mothers and
****** and
beggars and
millions upon
millions
without hope
or the bright sun
silent as
a scream
silent as
a whisper
silent as
violence
and it speaks
of nothing
not a word
only silence and
more silence
passed down
impoverished
malnutritioned
millions upon
millions
such is the
world
without hope
or the bright sun
each laugh as expensive
as an entire lifetime
suffering in
silence.*
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