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The rights of the silenced

What happens,
in the winning of a conquest?
What dwells in the victory of a name,
over the bloodied mutilations of your men?

The silence of a cut-throat,
staggering past the bombed,
in anticipation of a blast or a bullet,
or blazing fires in the camp of the wounded,

The pain of a blasted lith,
it's owner shedding tears of dread,
of his unthinkable morrow,
overcast with sorrow,

The fear of a suicide bomber,
prepared for his plight,
for you to fight for his rights,
after his body lies in a shamble,

The darkness of the blinded,
because of chemical components
overturning their vision of truth
into the prison of the dark,

The sagacious fear in me,
of your children's minds,
that shine pure, because of your lure,
may not endure your crude intent,

"What do you gain,
of their fear, the dark and their pain?
What do you conquer,
the rights of the silenced?"

*Dust thou art and,
*unto dust thou shall return,
with your name, fame and glory,
with your rights of your dead!



* The Holy Bible: Genesis 2:7 & Job 34:15



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