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,
suppressing queries with innuendo.
By remaining mum, we're invisible,
lost in the shadows of conformity.
And by sowing seeds of complicity,
we'll reap society's deformity.
Like kids, we're intimated not to shout,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
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