Words like weapons, sharp and cold,
Dismissive drips on bodies, dignity lost.
Silence comes at a cost—
"I don’t want to hear it."
The 24/7 news, a relentless tide,
Drowns out cries, turns hearts to stone.
Headlines flash, we’ve grown desensitized,
Empathy fades, hate escalates,
While you brush aside sorrows that haunt our sleep,
“It’s your scar,” you say,
"I don’t want to hear it."
Fingers jammed in ears,
Ignoring the human, the fear, the shame.
The belittling noise of violent voices,
Emboldened by a tyrant,
Shaking the core of those who survive.
It was never their choice to be awakened—
But you,
"I don’t want to hear it”
Every silence has a story, every wound, a scream.
For every whisper ignored, survivors still rise as your warning.
A truth, you see, always demands to be heard,
Tell me…
Will you listen, or leave us drowning?
—— PNL
