The Silence Still Screams

 

There are the silent ones

Gone vestiges of a past era

The dreamers who never woke

And remain lost in some other nightmare.

 

There are the revolutionists

Screaming at the heart of humanity

Sighing in the black lights

Dead candlesticks on the ground lay broken.

 

We screamed of war

And prayed for peace

And our brains fell to clubs

And Chicago bled for years afterward

 

Black fists raised in defiance

White fists wrote words and songs

Rifles of soldiers bore flowers

No bullets to come out of those barrels.

 

Now those fist raise

In the empty halls of justice

But for whom I wonder

Certainly not for the silent ones still screaming.

 

 

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