Silence!

Shhhh…silence
This might sound so awkward
But this silence is deafening
Cos my eardrums do no longer have the choice to
Listen to what they want…
I mean to pick up suitable sounds,
Cos all they can make up from all these are ‘crickety’ sounds,
Annoying chirping sounds like one coming from busy body birds.

I’m in a strange land
A complete stranger, a wanderer, a J.J.C
And the feeling I have now is worse than one you get
When everyone sitting laughs at a boring joke
And you are like “what’s funny?”
But I know I’m not the only one feeling this way
We are many
When I say many
I mean not ‘hundred’ but billions of persons
Hungry to hear a familiar voice
That will spring up flowers from this desert
To be admired and remembered by all forever

But all we hear is something
That we cannot identify as a thing
Telling us to do an to see strange things
Strange!
Telling the guys the only thing they should visualize and picture on their plane minds are nude pictures,
and the girls to attach fake body parts, just for attention
Strange!
It’s like putting a bone in front of a dog
Yes! a dog, that’s what they make out of them,
Strange!
Telling them that the only thing to do with time is uploading senseless status all day, like “whether for two and…”
(Pause)
But can you actually blame them?
You should blame you, you and you,
Sitting down there with many ideas locked up in your head
I mean positive ideas that can reposition the world
Re-RIGHT, R.I.G.H.T wrongs
Create a HIGH story from History
I also mean words that can transform deformed minds

But you sit there
Burying your mind in this casket of solitude
Embedded in this graveyard of silence
You stay there like a dam
And let these people flow with the awful tide
Cos this shore knows that the ocean will
Still, come kissing more than a hundred times
No matter how much it tries to run away
And the funny thing is (you don’t know)
You are responsible for each and every one of them that this tide carries away
Because you watch them drown in this deadly ocean
When you could give each of them a life jacket

(Solemn pause, free)
I would like you to picture this:
Imagine God allowed the Israelites to drown when he could have saved them
How sickening it would have been
But he broke the ‘silence’ and showed them his love
Yes! Love
Love is much more than the words of love we speak
Locking up the reality in ‘silence’
More than the fanciful covering of gifts you present
To your friends, family or even that ‘him’ or ‘her’
But this break of silence is the best you can give to anyone you love
(Switch tone)
Of course you do not wish or imagine anyone of them dead (I mean your loved ones) do you?
But your silence can kill these ones you love faster than a poison would,
So if you sincerely love,
Break the SILENCE!