silence

Of follies and fascism.

Despite the heartening reaction from so many quarters, it’s the incessant repetition of times like this that leave me with a bone-tired weariness and despair at the continued spinelessness and stupidity of ‘humanity’. That so many would accept the same fallacies, so often, by so few.

There is beauty in silence; but one should not confuse the silence of listening with the silence of inaction, acquiescence or appeasement. Ultimately, there comes a time when silence is submission. And with that thought I’ll leave you. In peace.

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A certain birdsong in the silence

[1]

I was lost when you found me

standing next to the stairway

another path not yet discerned.

 

[2]

I remember the small girl spat upon by the roadside

the violence of men fearing innocence

little sense as my strength betrayed me.

 

[3]

It was fear that tore me

from what I had known

certain truths will cut the ties.

 

[4]

I remember the young woman in the headscarf

the flowers that she had bought

a lump in my throat as she handed them to me.

 

[5]

It was absence that drove me

toward a certain uncertainty

my rebellion finally overthrown.

 

[6]

I remember the old woman gentle in wisdom

her husband by the open door

as he sat and bade a silent welcome to me .

 

[7]

It is not wisdom and yet

I am content to sit and listen

birdsong beckoning in the silence.