When she protests,
they kick their sand at her
till her mouth is full.
When he protests,
they bury him in their old rags
till he’s smothered.
When people gather to protest,
flood gates open
and they are swept out to sea.
No protest goes
unchoked. No word
gets out ungagged.
A cry rises from
all these closed throats:
“listen, just listen.”
No one’s going to though.
Too busy crying their own cause,
drowning those inconvenient messengers.
Dark Matter 
December 30th, 2013 at 1:24 pm
Thank you.
December 30th, 2013 at 5:16 pm
Anytime, flutterby.