Snow fell silent and deep on the street that endless night
Immaculately shrouded where they were found, lying too still
Screams, shouts, sirens rend the air, shrill
too late, nothing to be done
Blessed be the True Judge
They was the light of their parent’s lives
Terrified, tearful, they'd watched, prayed
as their child fell from grace, no fault their own
Their voice, heart, soul stolen to satisfy base lusts
of those sworn to educate and protect
Innocence, faith. virtue violently severed
by those they was taught to respect and trust
How could they have spoken, what could be said
to define such which defied all explanation?
Why would they force themselves to relive, to remember
what should never have been?
They had tried everything they knew to hold on
but demanding a life free of deceit, in their control
Alienated from those who had no comprehension
yet should have listened harder, known better
Getting drunk after prayers every morning?
Anesthetized the agony of associating with sociopaths
feted as reputable venerated members of their society
Sleeping til noon, confined to bedroom for days and nights?
Concealing the quiet-inducing lacerations on tender skin
that the nights couldn’t deliver, too afraid to close their eyes
knowing the inevitable visitation of assailant's eyes and voices
The drugs? To numb pain nothing could possibly ease
The music? To block revolting, insidious whispers.
A soul need suffer only so long
before granted reprieve and beckoned home
The snow was Heaven creating a soft landing
Divine soul wrested from wretched corporeality.
The Angel of Death finally came to heed the call
Cradling, soothing,hushed all the pain and shame
carrying divine soul to eternal peace and reprieve
Suicide, influences,temptation, mental illness
So-called community paragons hastily judged
Better to sweep it away, not let people suspect
Interrogative individuals are clandestine danger
Other young voices demanded they be heard
Voices too loud, too numerous to be ignored
We have also been violated, betrayed
We were innocent, we are faithful no longer
We trusted, we believed, we prayed,
We gave benefit of doubt, yet no more.
Restrain your mourning for us - we are finally free
Lament for yourselves, for your ignorance
Whether deliberate or subliminal.
wail for the monsters in your midst
Hiding behind holy books and pious words
For collective cowardice in inevitable separation
For aforesaid transgressions, there will never be atonement
Live with your shame in this world as well as the next
Let it shorten your breath, darken your peace, mar every joy
We are legion, those who have been used and abused
coerced, shamed unwillingly into silence and submission
Nothing in this world will stifle or subdue us any longer
Our innocence is gone, our faith no longer yours.
We will flourish, more authentic than you could become
Recapturing love, redefining faith, living lucid, cognizant truth
Written by inechoingsilence
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