Can you hear the silence? Isn’t it deafening?
Does it hurt your eardrums?
Do you need to press your palm against your ears to block out the silence?
Can you hear the silence of the one who turns his back to avoid what one does not wish to see, yet knows it exists?
Listen to the silence of corruption slowly creeping into the deepest factions of our Society,
The silence of witnesses to a crime, quietly turning around and walking the other way,
The silence of the destitute and beggars, waiting for the morrow with no hope,
The silent cries of orphans and the unwanted, wishing for love while slowing harbouring hatred.
The men of God, silently observing as the moral fiber of a society they tend to falls apart,
The men in power, silently hiding their ill-gotten gains while proclaiming a few good deeds for all to hear,
The men in lust, leaving their families in the silence of the night to be with another yet feel no remorse,
The men defeated, silently letting their life slip away refusing to fight one last time.
Pause for a moment and drown out the city sounds,
Listen carefully and you will hear not just these but more,
If you listen closely with your heart, not just your ears
You will hear the sounds that’s never heard, the silence of life.