Shush Now…Not A Single Word

Epileptic shadows

 danced in blur on silver screen

While mirrors of chance

shared their muted screams.

Children in stark futility

 lay broken asunder by thick fine lines,

As warmongers of yesterday and today

chase the impaled virgins of their mind.

Blackbirds of prey

now carry silver bullets of an uncertain doom

As they circle high in the desert sky

usurping fear in the shadows

 of a dead mans room.

So lesser is the fear, more so the pain

As dark generals without souls

Desire more from their insidious game.

Yea, but chance I to take a stand,

Chance I that accountability

Of them, I should demand.

Then I, you, the likes of me,

Shall carry the scarlet letter,

Of a traitor for all to see.

So cast not your freedom of speech too lightly to the wind

Lest thou kindle, the wrath of closed one-sided thinkers

And therefore, receive their fiery condemnation to the end.

Shush now…not a single word….

Shhhhh, someone is listening…and you might be heard.

 J. Allen Wilson © 2005 http://www.freewebs.com/whispersoftheheart/