POETRY
Sanctioned Silence: A Poem
They build their towers not from stone,
but signal, scan, and silent code
They build their towers not from stone,
but signal, scan, and silent code…
a nation hums with unseen eyes,
the watchers smile behind disguise.
Your name, your search, your fleeting thought,
becomes a thread their algorithm caught.
The borderlines are no longer real…
they reach inside your screen and steal.
No knock, no trial, only shadowed flight,
another face vanishes in dead of night.
Concentration camps await with chains,
cells engraved with phantom names.
Rust sings in pipes where water crawls,
mildew clings to crumbling walls,
and screams are smothered by mold…
some foreign dictator's prize: your soul is sold.
They say it’s justice. They say “law.”
But silence hides what tyrants saw.
You were a file. You were a face.
You were erased without a trace.
Beneath the flag, the truth is clear:
when freedom dies, it dies in fear.
Not with a bang, but with a ping,
a red dot on a tracking screen.
No gavel falls, no voices plead,
just silent ink on hidden deeds.
The dream once sworn is now a shell…
a quiet grave where a democracy fell.
Thank you for sharing in your time to read some of my poetry. I write as a part of my healing journey. I share in the hopes it may lighten the load for fellow travelers along their own soul-filled journey.
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Peace.
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