Ending the Silence

MOTH: Poetry and Prose for the New Millennium, Fall 2005, Issue Number 2, Los Angeles, CA

Darkened, dried blood, lifeless dolls, bloated corpses,

Power expresses erroneous beliefs,

Endless need to exercise superiority,

Political ideals transform righteous men into villainous monsters, massacring multitudes,

            Contempt for life that does not come from the same roots.

Chaos, carnage, flames turn to ash everything in its path

Heads and eyes turn downward.

Fearing they will be the next to feel the demons darkened hand,

No voices rise up in opposition.

Escape routes cut, confused, stricken to the core, they fall one by one.

Neighbor’s eyes days before were friendly hold hated and murderous rage in their place.

Cold-hearted nations turn their backs on the voiceless victims.

Gutless, guilty, hands do not reach across the miles to scoop up the persecuted.

No personal, political stakes,

Silence permits the genocide of millions.

You too could be one of the faceless millions

But were it that you were born in a different time and place.

Yellow Stars of David adorned their arms,

Reminded all they were dispensable and despicable.

Detention, degradation, concentration camps, burning flesh, atrocities,

Oh, what a stain on human history.

Had you been born black,

You may have been taken in a slave ship to service landowners in the New World.

Would you be able to escape the annihilation?

Solitary voices, powerful, eloquent, passionate, impassioned rise up,

Make imprints, turn the tide of history.

When sleep comes no more,

Slumbering hearts, awaken to the wails, burst forth and rise up.

Bare witness to the tragedies,

Tremendous clamoring avenging the ghosts,

Choruses shouting,

End forever more annihilation of the voiceless and the weak.

Fall 2005

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