Shout

On complicity, courage, and the cost of silence—A call to conscience

Gilt topples when the pawns push together; Image by Liora Writes

To be silent
in the face of injustice,
is to be complicit—
can we discuss this?

Are you really
okay with czarism?
Or are you afraid—
to stand by your wisdom?

I see the sheeple
attacking the truth.
Rewriting history—
as if there’s no proof.

All at the whim
of a would-be dictator:
distorting facts—
couldn’t be much faker.

Destroying our
democracy from within;
selling his lies
to everyone’s chagrin.

Gold-washed sneakers,
a gilt Bible he signs—
worthless trinkets.
Our morals he maligns.

How did it all
turn in his favor?
Rivals became cronies—
brother against neighbor.

How in the fuck
did we let this happen?
When will it end—
when society’s blackened?

We can’t be cowed
or look the other way;
they feed on silence—
so, corruption holds sway.

We must rise up
and SHOUT our dissent!
Despite danger
and their malicious intent.

It’s not the end,
not yet written in stone.
Heed history—
see this rot overthrown.

For anyone feeling small: pawns topple kings when they move together.

Thanks for reading —Liora

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