Silenced by fear

Silence is the golden thread
we weave and weave:
we weave in silenced dread.
You spoke the soft words of reason
to their ears it sounds like treason.
We fear to speak even in a whisper,
while soft voices float like the smoke
from a lone fire on a still morning.
And yet I heard you call the name
of war criminals and mass murderers
not shying away from apportioning blame:
for your soft breath
revealing mass death
I thank you.

First published in Al Moharer Issue No. 204, Vol.13 1/12/2004
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