Black Poetry : Silence Is Deadly

AND...in that vain

A debt remains
That must be paid by
The trust breakers
The…innocence takers
And all the filthy leachers
Leaching off the young ones spirit
Slowly smothering the “open and free” love
We all want to be of
Generation after generation
Another nation of corrupted souls
Whose stories have yet to be told
And all the old heads trying to place fear in their mind
BE SILENT FOR A TIME…Is what they tell them
As guilt and shame assail them
After surreptitious touches, and
“We can never tell,” hushes, and
Conspiratorial glances
That trances the young into submission
But listen
For those frolicking fathers
And matronly mothers
And sleep-walking brothers
And over-exposed sisters
And all the whispers that shouldn’t be whispered…

I’M WATCHING YOU.
 
A debt remains
That must be paid by
The trust breakers
The…innocence takers
And all the filthy leachers
Leaching off the young ones spirit
Slowly smothering the “open and free” love
We all want to be of
Generation after generation
Another nation of corrupted souls
Whose stories have yet to be told
And all the old heads trying to place fear in their mind
BE SILENT FOR A TIME…Is what they tell them
As guilt and shame assail them
After surreptitious touches, and
“We can never tell,” hushes, and
Conspiratorial glances
That trances the young into submission
But listen
For those frolicking fathers
And matronly mothers
And sleep-walking brothers
And over-exposed sisters
And all the whispers that shouldn’t be whispered


I’M WATCHING YOU.

Ohhh, Brother Baller! (((HUG)))) Thank you for this! :terrific:

Yes! We need to be VIGILANT! :bowdown:

You SAID IT and said it so well! :toast:

 
Generations of lies and averted eyes
Hiding years of incest and abuse
The older ones scarred from its
Choking, sinful and blood-stained noose
While the young rebel, trying to break loose
Freed from the torture and the torment
Each sadly propagating the inherited sickness
Like a rampant cancer metastasized
Fated pain and hurt, prophesied
Mother to son
Father to daughter
Each newborn babe
A lamb for the slaughter
Sacrificed from the womb
A future rife with heartache
From its first faltering steps
To the cold, dark tomb

And in between?....

A life full of misguided notions
Born of self-destructive actions
And twisted emotions
Deviant sex and wanton promiscuity
Drugs and alcohol interrupting continuity
In a purpose-driven life
Thru generations
Of mental and emotional stress and strain and strife.

Silence is deadly.


Wow! This is awesome!:toast:
 

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