Be Heard
Be Heard
Scream for all the world to hear
Make their drums reverberate and tremble
Force them to listen to your silence
Those who have stretched your borrowed ear
With their incessant and empty whispers
They've returned no outlet for your fire
For the intense pressure building inside
While we the close few can see the sparks
They burn bright behind those placid eyes
And we dread the impending destruction
Borne from the embers of its desire
The sequence of inevitability
That only from the ash will they understand
The reason that your peaceable hand
Is held tight over the truth of your speech
And hidden away from others hunger for help
Let it be known that you have a voice
One that may smell of roses and spring
But there is pain caught in your throat
Swallowed whole each day by your pride
Copyright © Pravir Dass | Year Posted 2019
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