Silent Masses

 

Rejoice, pure soul

’twas not in vain

for in remembrance of your death

we remain

defiant

Their tanks shall not hurt you

their guns shall not kill you

A week takes a thousand lives

these are the ways of our time

Grateful, though, I might be

the dead
eat away at me

Lived, I have

to see

a mockery made of me

Oh Pharoah,

Sell me not, the apparition of stability

Sell me not divisiveness

and hate

Sell me not your voice

of tyranny

Sell it, not to me

for my sisters

my brothers

have banished thee

I,

complacent

deluded

dead

no longer