When Silence Wept

"The Façade We Wear"

In a distant land, where silence falls,
The cries are buried within stone walls.
The workers toil, their backs are bent,
Their dreams are crushed, their lives are spent.

The children labor, eyes so wide,
Their hands are raw, their hearts denied.
In factories, beneath the glow,
They build the things we'll never know.

The rivers run, but not with life,
They carry poison, they carry strife.
The fish are gone, the waters black,
Yet still they march, and don't look back.

The skies above are filled with smoke,
A cloud of ash that chokes and cloaks.
The trees are gone, the fields are bare,
Yet no one speaks, as if unaware.

The rulers sit with gilded crowns,
Their golden halls in peaceful towns.
They speak of peace, of endless light,
While shadows stretch beyond the night.

In distant lands, they wage the war,
While we consume, and ask for more.
The blood is spilled, the cries are loud,
But still, we wear our smiling shroud.

They strip the earth, they steal the air,
But we sit still, content, unaware.
The fires rage, the world grows dim,
Yet we turn away-on a whim.

Wait-this land, the poison spread,
The truth lies here, where we're misled.
The children work, the rivers choke,
The skies are darkened, hearts are broke.

It's not a tale of distant lands-
The poison's ours, beneath our hands.
The factories hum, the rivers burn,
And still, we fail to face the turn.

For the blood we spill is just the same,
The wars we fight are not a game.
The land we ruin, the air we choke,
Is not some fiction, not some joke.

This world of ours, this perfect veil,
Is built on lies, a sinking sail.
We turn our eyes, we shut our ears,
And live in silence, bound by fears.