Voices In A Bottle - Poem by delalorm fiaka
In scenes on screen, never seen, how could they scream? ?
We drain our dream and from our fantasies we are weaned
No fight...no win! No scourge...no smiles to be beamed..
Mercenaries or masons? , visionaries or versions?
What was our transgression..?
Why did the times subject us to subversion?
Voices of beauty, transmitting from artistic diligent duty..
Faces phased out by bubbly mini riots
Silence over a shouting
An alternative for the mouth
On stages worthy sages through the ages have graced
But in pockets and in hearts their absence could be traced..
A sabbatical enforced on the trade
A bequeathed art ignorantly betrayed.
We are rid of those who read
We pray a silent creed
A mummer we squeal...but a chorus we need
A blank canvas hangs in the gallery.
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