Muted Whispers

Muted shouts augmented to whispers
As the relentless patriot strives for truth.

Signs and postings shredded to pieces
As the government looks down in wonder.

The child-bearing mother fears the life her unborn will endure
Yet jumps into the protest, in hope

The hard-working father detests the hypocrisy of it all
Yet dives into the thick of that which he hates

And I rest on the other side of the world,
Waiting.
Watching.
Listening.

Predicting that the outcome will remove all hope
All balance
The walls of “democracy” will be torn down,
Demolished.

That which cages will be longed for by those who annihilated it
And the land of our fathers will continue into corruption
And the whispers will dissipate into their blood.