The Black Silence
This is the story that should not be told
And it was not told ever
Till the time it mattered
Now that they have escaped in corners safe
This comes out as history on a cuppa at café
They dug
Buried
Filled
Graved
Quietened
Bribed
Wined
Dined
And womanized
To keep it under wraps
Many wanted to spill
They even got hurt or killed
Silence was kept and enforced
Black it was periphery to core.
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