silence

the sheep all still masked

and blindly they follow

listening to the words

all muttered and hollow

what isn't being said

should scare them to death

this isn't said lightly

it's no empty threat

on a podium he stands

and then wanders away

ignoring the masters

ignoring stormy days

as wise ones prepare

for what will descend

history repeats

before freedom can end

so gather 'round people

please heed the call

don't think that it's nothing

before it can fall

you're paying too much

for the silence you devour

all that's at stake

just takes your brainpower

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License