Never Cease to Speak

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

Photo credit: https://www.pexels.com/photo/architecture-art-artwork-bench-206784/

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