The Silence

They huddle and shuffle
past their banal worlds
and hurtle all aspiring dreams; 
accepting all disappointment and
irksome failure, their curse isn't
overshadowed by a distant messianic dark star, 
it's their utter neglect in believing in themselves,
they forgo all enlightenment as poison, they
discard all selective programming, and shelve
all further education as an unthrift novelty,
they form their own indoctrinated opinions and
beliefs, they become the label of inferiority and
become the outcast of resistance, they resort
to animalistic and savage ways, they keep hidden
in the alleyways, blind corners, and the dark of night
waiting for the occultation of hope, because they're 
limited and powerless to the elites who've stripped
every comfort and hopefulness from their clutching
hands but they wait to strike like an ambushing viper
upon the instruments that hold them to their own misery
yet, they rise only to find they're all emptied intermediate 
slaves for the ultra-rich, who rule every kingdom on this
dying earth, for their memorials of power, are marked
by Holocaust and Biocaust, and you were their superior 
accomplices.  

-  John Hardesty