Soundless

Still here, watching television
Still here, lamenting my self
Nowhere to run, just stay left
Without any vision

Soundless meant to death
And rebellious sound meant to deadly death

I am forced to listen to a song, a lookalike-soldier song
Burn reason without a grain of ash remained
I am embraced to praise
Or I am locked to speak hatred
And whatever I am being, it is a determination

An empty heart
An empty mind
This soul and spirit died in dreaming body
And with this all limitations, I would die
Completely die, and without any perfume or camphor

I would open this windows and doors
Let wind and bullet at once coming inside
I would be here, and stay still
Without praise and hate speech
And I would defend my country
Sound from underworld to be more heard
Freezing praise, freezing hate speech

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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