Wednesday, April 29, 2015

24/30 Cacophonous

the smell of burning covers everything
including the truth and terror of it all
our hands heavy with regret tremble
tambourine a sound that hurts our ears

we are listening for a change that never 
seems to arrive our feet to busy running
in circles we are dizzy with media spin
false truths dressed in a blue the color of bullets

most days the privilege is so loud 
it drowns out everything darker
than the weight of white causes our
teeth to hurt from all the artificial

we wear the noise around our necks
boots with traction hold us in place
threats of protection shake us from our skin
and the noise of it all leaves us deaf and staggering

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