The Silences

2019-11-01

It's the silences that get to me The empty spaces in between The otherwise continuous stream Of noisy, gung-ho positivity And unveiled anger, bordering on The vitriolic

Its the silences that show The hollow truth behind what we know To be no more than a protective facade In this dialectic war, any words Will serve as ammunition

But then we falter, attempted misdirection, Distraction, ultimately unsatisfying descents Into whatabouttery lead only to a realisation That the barrel is empty, the battle is lost...

...At least, this time, as we emerge Once again forthrightly on the front foot Confident of a position that can once again Ignore, avoid the distraction of either facts Or purpose.