Silence I say,Silence the wail of a breeze,Of a mother,Of a daughter,Of a sister.Silence the half done metaphorsAnd colloquial jargonOf 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 humanityThat people so possess.Silence I say,Silence the slave master,The colonialist,The dictator,Silence the fake etiquetteOf a tainted historyAnd future.Silence I say,Silence the slave of colonialism,Of war,Of the misconception of freedom,Of propaganda.Silence my configurations of loveAnd my mental warTo break down the my fearAnd silence to the idea of a painless society.So l silenceMy wayward thoughtsAnd l silence the poisons that drift in the air,Poisons of manipulationAnd control.
© Barbra-Breeze Anderson
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