silence is the aim.
the danger of the written word is 
someone might read it
someone could understand what the writer
was saying
someone could feel the emotion through the paper
the tears that formed the ink
someone might understand what was written
someone might realize that the person that wrote
saw something they couldn’t understand
and wanted to correct it
but they didn’t know how
all they could do was write words
all they could do was document what was happening
all they could do was share and hope someone heard
and then hope someone said something to another
someone said something to another person

it's just a little girl
he’s a boy that doesn’t want to be afraid
a father trying to do better for his family
a mother that knows
what happens
to children
and she’d rather risk
their lives
than let it happen
without fighting

the aim is silence
they fight drugs
and want you distracted by them
by fighting for them
by thinking it is oppressive that you can’t
get high
get drunk
get stoned
get stupid

did you know that she was sitting by the Clover?
no one knows
no one heard the whimper
wall street
fifth avenue
main street wherever
megaphones should deafen the ears of everyone
we should be on our knees
collapsed and suffering
because she was only a little girl that 
wanted to smell the clovers

how come no one’s paying attention
how come no one can see what’s going on
are you deaf
are you stupid
are you dumb
are you blind

question
why can’t we help someone
why do we have to accept this is how things are
why can’t we change the way it is
why do they fight change
why do they hate it
hate us
hate everyone

i know
we are wired for enlightenment
we all want to know and understand
but every side and piece of land on this planet
is ruled over by kings that want silence

look away
close your eyes
forget what you see
silence
silence
she stopped moaning
no one helped her
no one did anything
i got hit in the head
with the butt of a gun
because I started running
did you know 
she just wanted to smell the clovers