By Ethan Brody
Unspoken yielded vile.
Bullets turning into a phone call fired
Bigotry embodied in a vicious badge.
Words being uttered by words
Nonsense being inquired
Plus threats of cold night were pulled
If silence was to be denied
To it I mentioned freedom
But my tongue and heart got a needle.
In the end I just accepted and kept on pretending to be gentle!