Silent Scholar

The power of a pen…I try to write what I think is right…Humbled by all the slights and frights that arise when words are drawn onto paper…
So I take care in order not to offend…
But I’m offended by the lack of civility…No more chivalry…Much more hate, shake, break…
This history…I see it in my periphery…More violence followed by universal silence…
We mum our tongues to the discrimination gripping so many nations…
So much subjugation of the masses…Wars between the classes…A new generation of classless fascists…Hate is all we now seem to practice…
While the strings all pulled by the puppet masters…We are falling down faster than ever before…Don’t know what else is in store for us…I want to scream justice…But my tongue goes numb before any sound expels…Darkness tightens the belt…
Nothing to tell…

I delve into this world of darkness…
The light left so long ago…replaced with the cold violence we now see…
Another baby been blown up…
No “crime”…Just “wrong place and time”…
People still crossing the line between human and savage…So sad we seem to choose to ravage rather than build and speak peace…Remember that “Silence has a lease”…The fees are the loss of peace and loss of life…nothing seems suffice to us violent souls…
We choose to kill rather than grow our humanity…I’m losing my own sanity penning down each man made calamity that strikes again and again…When will this trend end? I’m thinking red colored ink…As the color sinks into the skin of paper…It’s so sad for my pen to pen down this pain in this flavor…My pen {writing} says…
When will it all end…?