Listen,
Can you not hear
the past echoes
coming from
our throats?
We are choked
and we are suffocating
Still advocating
for ancient blasphemies
and trafficking
a tragedy of souls
by the soulless;
made homeless
then controlled us
left alone in
a sea of apathy.
They sound like
screams
like the roar
of collective dreams
unheard, on repeat
Always
the frequencies
reverberate upon
frigid mountain tops
as if the screams
were merely a breeze—
an afterthought—
an imperfect black spot
on the snow
that maddens
though no blot
can stop the
avalanche your hell
hath wrought
for all your treasures
were paid & bought
with those screams
with those dreams
then hoarded by dragons
who own the word ‘free’
those worshipped
fiendish beasts have
pulled sheep’s wool
used cheap tools
to blind you,
but are you deafened too?
learned no lessons
through songs & stories
consumed like
cannibals?
Careful to whom
you refer to
as animals
for if you
cannot hear them
the animal is you.
