Muffled Shout

we don't really know...

Muffled Shout

 

Where will we find our voice?

Who will we look to for inspiration?

It’s hard for us in our fatness...

...wallowing in our prosperity...

...with our Gucci bags and Armani jeans...

...where we are judged by the names on

...our clothes and the car we drive...

to rail about injustice...poverty...want.

Our joys seen as spoiled indulgence

by those that see us through

bars we have erected to keep all away

who make us feel ashamed.

 

How can we cry without pain?

Who will be fooled by peel-and-stick tears?

We want to write words that move

the world...that draw the attention

to the screams of the innocents as they

are butchered and left bleeding in the dust

Cleansed like s**t from a shoe

and tossed away...forgotten before

being remembered...but that is not here

and it’s so far away. Do we really care?

What do we know about suffering?