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.
And 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 the cruel architecture of greed.
We pay a bitter price for our silence,
feeding corrupt regimes and shadowed syndicates.
Bending a knee, we pray one day out of seven,
while hollowly claiming to walk in faith.
We are pantomimes playing silent roles
in a theater of shadows,
juxtaposed against the closing chaos.
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 too many of us only mouth the words
under our breath, in silent prayer.
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