Why is it that it’s taboo to speak truth
when truth is ugly and vile?
Especially when you address the truth
of the dead, the people that have died
those that have left behind, the affronts
the hurt, the stink, your open wounds left
to fester, I find it indigestible
hard to swallow
the lump in my throat
a rock, a pebble, a stone, a pit
falls from the rotten
renders me a blind deaf muted
forgotten denial,
unlevied bank of the corrupted
fantastical life, you smile
Strange sinister frozen
without a gasp, or a breath
It’s unfathomable
the grace we give to the dead
those who’ve left before you
and left for you
the pain of their lashings, as if the
living were not worth living
when it was their brutal marks, the outright
slashing of the heart, the attempted murder
of your soul, that has left you
dangling here, as if
you were inanimate, without hurt
As is the day we change
As is the day we breathe
As is the air of release
The oxygen so sweet, so sweet
the outcome is in our favor
unleash the silence
speak loud to truth
and back down never
to vile compliance
Never cease to speak
truth to silence.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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The Artist From The Inside Out 
beautifully expressed!
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Thank you Anusha 😊 Thanks for stopping by, and I look forward to reading your blog as well.
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