Tuesday 30 October 2012

Hush to illusions, the poem


Silence I say,
Silence the wail of a breeze,
Of a mother,
Of a daughter,
Of a sister.

Silence the half done metaphors
And colloquial jargon
Of the you are mine,
Of the, I am for you,
Of the, I represent you.

Silence the slave in mutated torture,
The slave to the ideology of freedom,
To the idea of the humanity
That people so possess.

Silence I say,
Silence the slave master,
The colonialist,
The dictator,
Silence the fake etiquette
Of a tainted history
And future.

Silence I say,
Silence the slave of colonialism,
Of war,
Of the misconception of freedom,
Of propaganda.

Silence my configurations of love
And my mental war
To break down the my fear
And silence to the idea of a painless society.

So l silence
My wayward thoughts
And l silence the poisons that drift in the air,
Poisons of manipulation
And control.

© Barbra-Breeze Anderson