Now that I have been given the chance to speak, I shall wait for the silence. Or rather, The silenced. I stand her just to mouth for the mute. I ask if you’re willing to listen, not just hear what they have to say. These winds carry the screams of those once in pain, Their tears fall heavily upon us as rain. It’s as though we believe God exists, but fail to see his children crying. Like Atheists we sit here, their existence denying. And to those of us who believe in ourselves rather than this higher power. Why do we fail to see the lives being wasted every hour? Is it because they’re not like us? We are as deaf to them as we are to religion. I could try to see things from your point of view, but even then I would blame you. Because you said you’d have helped had you known. But through their silence it was clearly shown. Now I see you trying to hide, Just like they hid their sufferings – “I’m okay” they lied. The problem is we have strived to be perfect for so ...
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