Shadows Of Conformity
Evil thrives under a cloak of silence,
having a keen ear for the slightest sound.
And will react with violence and threats:
to trample any form of protest down.
Truth fuels a cacophony of noise,
where whispers morph into a crescendo.
But our fears are fed a diet of lies:
addressing queries with innuendo.
While we are silent, we're invisible,
lost in the shadows of conformity.
And under the shield of complicity:
we hide society's deformity.
Kids are taught to stay quiet, not to shout:
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
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