Numb & Blind... II

Emotional inflammation,

        Is our blasphemy be quickening, Morrorless dressing black quiet out room heaving in despicable arrogance between unbattling prayer bent in silence hands, A religious metaphor for hope... Hope... And Love, Yet we're submissive cognition without, Helplessly withering unsubjected to distortions of pain save the self repressed we'll never audible proclaim, How can our kindness stand for others... If we never stand for serpent tongue wrought of sand and soon to be salt: Selves? 

In lieu of our participation in,
Unwittingly wishing ill...
Upon our earth,
Our slaves!