The Voice of the Voiceless

So much can be said, through silence.

Where violent words fan the flames of our world.

It spreads like hell-fire and eradicates this frail tundra with haste and vigor.

One trigger and our morals topple like dominoes.

One-by-one-by-one we fall and cower.

The shear power of a single word.

But the prowess it takes to say not one.

What's done is done.

The outcome is Karma's kiss of decay.

We wither away while the devil dances to this silent cacophony.

Reviews

[InkSlinger]

Great lil' piece of work..

[Dove]

Short and complex. My kind of poem:) This piece is written very well and I like it.