Make Them Hear

The sadness of it is you’ve done no
wrong – you are a victim of the
clique which sweeps the streets,
the moral police who act without

a Law to keep a fragile peace
enshrined in token words that
claim their freedoms are for
everyone. Everyone but me, you

cry, reminding them of how the
lie is told repeatedly until it flies
above the truth – and truth is
never told for reasons held in trust

by secret oaths and deep cabals
hidden in the fabric of the former
lives you lived. You wished to speak
and tell the tales you knew were

true, and now the screw is turned
to still your tongue, to blunt your
pen. You never knew how much
had been repressed until you

opened up your mind, the silence
that you thought you’d find has
roared and finally wakened their
outrageous fear, you’ve found

the potent ear you thought was
deaf and dumb. This time you know
the perfect way to clear your mind
and make them hear.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-19