Silence Machine
They fought over language, not just with talks,And I spoke a neutral tongue.They fought over region, and they lost the plot,I just moved to a different town.They fought over religion, with their narrow thoughts,I sat down for I never believed.They fought over caste, and I was left amused,It felt like identifying as a breed. But every stone broke my window,Every fist hit my chin,Every threat chilled my spine,And every blade cut my skin. As I stood aside and watched it all,Sharing pictures and writing on walls,And called the helpers to lend a hand,As they clapped and waved from a distant land. And I continued to watch, from so many eyes,As helpless as I am.Inactive email accounts receiving,Continuous spam.Skin so thick with woundsconsolidated over years,Screw it, this is how it always is,And a deadpan face appears. But sometimes I just want to explode,And turn the perpetrators to dust,Take a truck and hit the road,And have all their leaders crushed. Then I shrug, resume my face blank,What can a peaceful one do?And my conscious says thanks,This is why you deserve the abuse.