Layout by: Charisse Mae Suson Ardeza
Published by: Marino Peralta
Date Published: March 13, 2025
Time Published: 11:30 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Partisan vs. Neutrality
I hate when you zip your mouth—it’s poison in the air,
Like a storm cloud that lingers but won’t dare.
My silence is a shield, not a weakness, my friend,
It protects me from the messy place that swells without an end.
You call it a shield, but I call it a grave,
How can you not stand by when the truth is sold?
When the fat man wears a chain of pure gold.
But my silence wears chains too, don’t you see?
My heart is bound by fear, it can’t be free.
The bad men laugh, they feast on your fears—
A mute plea in a world drowning in tears.
Your righteousness is a shroud, it’s just a mask,
a fleeting illusion that you dare to ask.
Do you think there’s a right side when there’s no difference to spot?
So you’d rather sit and watch them weave,
Silk webs of lies that no one can believe?
I’d rather be a fire than a snowflake’s fall,
I’d rather rage and burn than stand, too small.
But a fire consumes, it doesn’t save,
It leaves nothing behind but the ash of the brave.
So you would let the world fall in its grave,
you wouldn’t let your hearts be bold and brave?
IMAGE SOURCES:
Trejo, A. (2024, March 27). Dark Portrait Drawing. Pinterest. https://pin.it/5IEtsidGE
Nina. (2024, March 11). Two-Sides. Pinterest. https://pin.it/3kLTCNyq6
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