Mouth the Words
We live in the shadows of our creations,
paying homage to a technological God.
Seeking truths hidden in the darkness,
hope overshadows reality:
creating a Disney-like fantasy world.
Mesmerized by the neon glitter of gilded cities:
we overlook their lack of compassion and pity.
Through our silence, we condemn ourselves
to a world without morals:
besieged by greed's malevolent personality.
And we pay a price for our silence:
fueling corrupt politicians and organized crime.
Bending a knee, we tend to pray one day out of seven:
though we claim to be people of faith.
Like pantomime actors playing silent roles
in the theater of life:
we're juxtaposed by the chaos that envelops us.
Like ubiquitous white noise, we're an incoherent hiss;
never rising above our self-imposed silence.
It takes courage to speak out
for what is right:
and many of us, only mouth the words
under our breath, in silent prayer.
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