When silence is the only refuge...SILENCE - a Poem
My eyes are aware...
A poem giving insight about violence -written by my daughter when she was 18.
© MONIKA Mabugat Simbajon | Age: 18 Date: August 17, 2008
( Not for dissemination )
My eyes are aware feedin’ off the
manifestation of pain and degradation
settlin’ in the nation of innocent bystanders and victims of warfare;
They are there, like tiny television pixels
making up a bigger picture of a news scene;
The sky screams with a flash of lightning and the guns clap like thunder;
They are under the rubble of burden brought onto them by murderers
who’s got a chip on their shoulder and they dress disguised as a soldier.
My pupils witness the teachers and their pupils as they discuss the latest fusion
of racism in the class of the upper;
like the last, they eat supper amongst each other
Ain’t none of ‘em knew that one of ‘em would be the Peter of the crew
who'd deny the color of their sister and brother.
And with that said, a child gives his enemy a hand
as a new band of brothers, they stand and listen to the silence;
Silence, silence, silence the violence!
Put a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the bench for the homeless
before the drunk beats him for a dollars’ worth of pocket change;
It’s in his range, but switches lanes as he falls onto the ground when a
bullet destined for his chest ends his days.
He lays on the surface, eyes bloodshot caused by the shots of drinks;
His body sinks, into its own body of blood
similar to cars, homes, trees, drownin’ in a flood.
And by the loud crack sound made by the heat
the homeless stirs in his sleep
oblivious of the 5 second ago plan made by the man to steal his days profit;
A little grunt was made for the man who passed away
in the park of struggles, it was just another day.
He switches benches as the night fell into silence;
Silence, silence, silence that my ears can't hear.
But my eyes are aware of feedin’ off the station of stains and altercation
settlin’ in the nation of innocent bystanders and victims of warfare.
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