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Mr E May 6
It is easy to stay silent
To watch intently from the quiet comfort of your home
Silence is an action
Taken either by those who hold their own tongues
Or silence is something forced upon others
Nonetheless, complete and utter silence results

But those who are silent, be not afraid
Your words and ideas are not trivial
For if you feel within your heart of hearts
The burning desire to break the silence
To scream and shout and ask "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?"
Then you are steps away from breaking free

Silence is a choice
A choice made by those to escape
It is a quiet room where we have the privilege to stay safe
A choice made to stay away from arguments and confrontation

But hear this and hear well.
Silence kills
It killed the Native Americans,
It killed the slaves that built this country
It killed those seeking freedom
And it is actively killing those who need to be heard

Donate, go to marches, stand tall, and speak your heart
They will try to mock you for your words
And point fingers at you for your seeming inability to shut up
But if your words are so minuscule,
Then why do they wish for you to stay silent?

Speak up.
Or else silence kills us all.
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Mr E Apr 30
We taught you lies

We taught you that strength to oppose tyranny is good and well
But only when you fight the wars we want you to

We taught you to speak up in the face of injustice
But we call you foolish and stupid when you do speak up

We taught you to learn about the living history around you
But only parts that made us look golden and bright

We convinced you of a system called the American Dream
Where hard work will get you your very own slice of the pie
But we failed to mention that hard work really only takes you so far

We lied to you
That this nation is the greatest in the world
When in fact we are the grim reaper

When in fact we have meddled in world affairs
Turned governments inside out in order to defend freedom abroad

I'm sorry we have taught you these things
I'm sorry we now turn on you

I'm sorry we now strip you of your voice and spit on your convictions

We teach you lies, because we know how twisted and disgusting this world is because of our fears and insecurities.

We have failed you.

And those living here, within this system, silently
We are to blame.
Mr E Apr 18
Come closer, I must tell you
Something before this all ends

I see a despair that dances in your eyes
A weight that burdens your shoulders

It screams through your gaze
Yet your mouth stays shut.

Let me tell you something
About this pain

Pain comes in many forms
It comes as loss and betrayal

It comes as failure and sometimes pure accident

Sometimes, pain takes the form of you

And that kind of pain
Where you have convinced yourself
That you are the source



Can ****.
Mr E Apr 11
Enjoy the pause and delay
The times you stare into the day
Feel the breathe that you intake
The sun rays beaming while awake

Enjoy the shade that comes from trees
Listen to the working bees
Speak softly to the flower beds
Enjoy the colors of their crowned heads

Enjoy the simple
And be present today

Be content
Embrace the delay
Mr E Feb 11
Hello my love, please be well
Ignore the ringing of the bell

For though I’m still in quiet sleep
I wait for you in caverns deep

I wait for you in waters warm
In the roaring of a storm

I wait for you in golden sun
In the soil in which you run

I wait for you in softest silk
In the life of a mother’s milk

I wait for you in the stars
In the glacial crystal shards

I wait for you from now till then
Till we may embrace again.
Mr E Jan 24
"I shall not yield" she gasped aloud
As crimson streaks ran down her face
"Who then, shall avenge them now?"
"If I should fall in this place?"

Her opponent circled, draped in black
Who scoffed at her address
"Thy flame burns thinner with each attack."
"Come, let me put thy light to rest."

From one knee she rose, true and tall
To let all who witnessed attest
That no knight of Golden thrall
Would succumb as easily as the rest

The golden knight gripped her glaive
As her opponent lunged with hate
He roared "To the sun, you're but a slave."
Thrusting forth his twisted stave

And in that instant, the duel was set
Her weapon clean through his chest
"May the sun shine brightly on you yet."
"Now sleep in golden rest."
Mr E Nov 2023
Oppression is the mask worn by those who fear
By those who push authority onto the destitute and downtrodden
Squeezing its fist to the point that no life can survive

Oppression is a sword made of paper and rifles made of sand
It is the lies that are told to justify asphyxiating the defenseless
And it is born from the arrogance that no consequences will follow

It is the shovels and bulldozers used to bury the truth
The concrete poured to fill the holes and poison the water
Designed to drown out the cries for salvation

Oppression reflects those who wield it
And though the axe forgets
The tree shall always remember
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