THE PARAGRAPH OF SILENCE WRITES DEEP

People in pain,

Trailed by silence,
Paragraph their words deep,
Statistical short commas and fullstops,
Certain as calculus,
Simply overwhelmed by fear,
Stand by the belief that the truth is theirs,
The belief that they are indeed the ones at war,
Society measures their brains as deficient,
They detect a new kind of danger, a dirty bomb,
Yet to the silent, the concept of risk is fertile,

Unlike the noisy rain, the silent sweaty summer is subtle,
And society persists, sees no margin to kill silence,
Yet along, they wither wisdom and slaughter sanity,
And then roots the flower of dramatic irony,
Society stops silence from speaking of the stricken storm,
Scared of the permanence of change, while they asked for it,
Denying their own word while they spoke it with poise,
So let silence be, the indigenous tribe,
Like laboring against our own therapy,
Muscle the force of the lips, and not inflict speech with injury,
For silence is golden.