Silent Infliction

Silence breeds a droning bunch, a blackened kettle, a stolen lunch. The dismal lead while sheep give chase, a silent echo, a spoofed embrace. Abandoned youth viewed once again, a manifest of mice, not men. Hypocrites now preach the word, murdered lines and vision blurred. Despair entangles a shallow light, disavowed, this tale they write. A painted faux becomes the rage, dyed and bleached on every page. A conjured trick becomes their ruse, theft and fraud showcase thy muse. Invisibly, the truth is moot, concealed in dirt, this hidden root.