It starts with a murmur,
The misspelling of a four letter word,
A declaration that you cant be heard.
The silence that follows,
Nothing moves in the dark,
No dim light flickers, no ringing
Found in a hollow heart.
And then when light comes filling in-
Those fragile rays of truth. Your
Mouth spilling lie after lie
After lie. White and black and
Colourless. Quiet fiction to
Please an easy nation, help her
Rest. Only to wake in turmoil
And wonder if its for the best
To let a lying heart and
Unchanged mind live on her land,
Her soil.
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