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silent issues

humanity
and the hypocrisy
of soft tissues

openly
running out of paper rolls
secretly
disgrace on humanity's cheeks silently rolls

there's a monument
on earth
to the unknown soldier

there's a monument
in the firmaments
to the unknown child 

a well known secret

a hood by night 
crucifying childhood
mansions and tunnels
innocence virginity silent
pure blood to the top of the prism
funnels 

a suit by day
by bombs or vaccines
to uncharted abysses
we're pretending to not know
what's behind the scenes 

it's about time
someone for that crime stood

it's the last chance
men of earth at least pretend
manhood

the hood's gone mad
they're out for the whole
lot and all we had

the vile few 
castrated earth's
testosterone
enforced their curfew
balless men wearing
G strings by force at
their cell home 

we write poetry 
my poor daughtery

we write about love 
while silently slaying our dove

porn sites and adult rights 
sick don't ya think

press incest
can't stand your lust's protest

rotten society 
lacking all means of propriety

its universal
yet it's so personal

how hypocritical is denial 
a child molester and raper
became a pedophile
cover ups to files
sheild the ones on top
the files piles high
as a mountain top 

now they're raping 
the elders too
who were supposed to
make it stop

I never understood
the word hood
following parent and child
all following the hellish steps
of the brotherhood

what's under the hood 
i grew up to understand

will some one
give me
an understanding
wanking hand

from schools to temples 
small tiny souls silently trembles

now we're witnessing
it all assembles

a silent universal 
i don't give a  
in swamps of irresponsibility yucks
we're all stuck

the savior winked at the 
pale horse
their choice
good luck 

have you seen your child lately 
did you friendly
have long warm talks
too late for walks
about school you fool

have you asked
about the family that's supposed to protect.
 ...it's called incest

cause they'll ask you
is it alright what the gates of hell
wants to inject

poor souls
they thought all dady cared
about
was them and how to protect

daddy was shleeping
grazing believed the future is blazing
now he's shackled home

drooling to lick the stimulus
ice cone
while mommy destined to roam
chipped
reaping what apathy and denial
has sown 

we're offering our own 
is that how you get to be grown 
silent horrors only the miserable chosen are shown

so agile
used to be heavenly infantile

when our leaders and religious men 
would not mind doing it with a female hen
how many disappeared in the rotten royalties den

what's becoming of us then

pimps and sex slaves

in the church it's Jesus saves 
and the retarded you hiding in your oblivion caves

locked doors 
my agony sores

if i kill the world ruling blood sucking rabbi 
would you let me go by
at least I'll try 
or murderer will you cry

the scales are tipped 
my morality just tripped

wake-up
or don't

stand up
or don't

fight back
or don't

freedom sovriegnity dignity
it either boils in your veins
or you won't

few days to
a ritualistic sadistic subanimalistic dawn
will we man up
or go on chipped spineless prawn
never thought betrayal will be so  homegrown 

tamer hossam 
Copyright © tamer hossam | Year Posted 2020
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