Fri 08 Sep, 2017 14:13:45 EAT
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#dictatorship #killings #slavery
In deafening silence
Dead,
They whinge
Wishing to whisper in the world's ears
When they talk,
Like herdsmen they shout
Trailing behind the tails
But all in futility,
The voices run hoarse
Slowly,
They wane in the winds
The silence is restored,
By the writhing moves of pain
Before,
Death was ambage
'Bad eyes' would conclude
Sometimes the maladies would unfold
In precise peace but pain,
The cadavers were earthed
With sauntering moments
'Bad eyes' have gradually closed
Maladies insignificant
Instead,
Skulls crash,
Bones shatter,
Bullets swim beneath skins,
Necks are chocked
They are strangled
More than dusks,
Daylights have become obscured,
Visions slayed
Malign reigns
The world is deaf
Their submissive voices are feeble
All rotting under their breath
They are silently shouting
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