Placebo

A placebo – this peace

Existing without reason.

Sugar coated placebos for the blind,  

For the mute, 

The deaf...

These who are crippled in their minds

The fools have forgotten, the truth.

The freshly buried. The white flags waving in the breeze. 

Or perhaps the truth scares them.

Today a bullet is the prize

For speaking the truth


Is this the peace these fools speak of?

In fact,

Who is it we are free from?

Sill in chains,

Still cornered.

Innocent blood shed - still

Perhaps the guns are silenced

Perhaps the terrorist are wiped out

But the terror grows.

Corruption at its root.

Power is misused.

Oppressing, crushing, pressing down, cornering,

Silencing...

The voice of truth