The Vocabulary of Silence

The screen is flickering in shades of grey Another headline, another price to pay The soil is parched, the rivers turn to black We’re running forward, never looking back And I try to speak, to find a line But the ink is dry, I’m out of time. I’m reaching for the phrases, but they’ve slipped away In the shadow of the hunger, in the heat of the fray The greed is a mountain, the hate is a flood I’ve got no more metaphors, no more blood The words are gone. I’m just... silent. The smoke is rising where the trees once stood We traded mercy for a piece of wood Lines on a map, blood in the dust A hollow kingdom built on broken trust I open my mouth, but the air is cold. Where do we go when the language fails? When the logic breaks and the spirit pales? It’s too much to carry, too much to see A world unravelling, including me. I’m reaching for the phrases, but they’ve slipped away In the shadow of the hunger, in the heat of the fray The greed is a mountain, the hate is a flood I’ve got no more metaphors, no more blood The words are gone.