Writing Still

Voiceless O how dark is the silenceSo cold and calculatingPrimacy discreditedBeautiful people denied a voiceWith callous acrimonyInvented reasons sway an argumentWith cruel overtonesOf racial prejudiceFalse allusionAnd voiceless emptinessQuestions ariseAs to why time’s judgement is ignoredDiscarded like offal in a graveyardTagged like cancer in the lungs of the livingThe answers are such sad realityThey scream outContinue reading “Writing Still”