547. To Deity Absent

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My rage can not be quelled,

By the pen, or by the sword.

Where only injustice has dwelled,

There can be no accord.

I saw someone murdered.

The murderer got away.

I was tortured, and no one cared,…

And have nothing to say.

People praise criminals,

While victims are forgotten.

Putting them onto pedestals,…

The guilty, and rotten.

So, my rage can not be quelled,

By the sword, or by the pen.

Where only injustice has dwelled,

Justice is a lie *Amen*

K. Aldaya, 6/12/21

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537. Precensored

I don’t know why I bother.

Why do I even try?

To be a voice of reason?

When I’m no one, am I?

I’ve been ignored and forgotten,

Since the day that I was born.

I’m nobody to anyone,

So why foment even more scorn?…

By speaking out?… By caring?

For who has ever cared for me?

I’ve always been the outcast,

Within my society;

And yet I care about it all…

The people and politics.

I want the best for humanity’s future,

Though I know I can’t be the fix.

I am no one. I am pushed aside.

If I stand up for what’s right.

No one will care if I’m censored,

And fall forever out of sight.

Yet, I can not help but be myself,

An idealist through and through,

Who dreams and tries anyway;

Knowing no matter what humans do,

I will not have a say.

K. Aldaya, 4/30/21

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429. Voiceless

I went out to sea to find,

What lurks in the abyss.

Yet, what we seek we often find;

Ah, ignorance is bliss!

In the deep there was a form,

Within an inky cloud.

It’s tentacles: long and uniform,

Pulled me into it’s shroud.

I turned and saw two black eyes,

Darker than the darkness,

And set my jaw to utter cries,

Unheard. Unfelt. Useless.

In the cold and icy deep,

Where words distort and fail,

My voice returned unto it’s keep,

And my soul began to wail:

“Rest in peace! Rest in peace!”.

K. Aldaya, 3/22/18

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407. Naught but Vain

If I used logic. I would still be called a fool;

For logic will not purge the minds of resolute belief.

You’ll always think me: “fool”.

If I used emotion to try and reach your heart,

You’d only dismiss it as ‘irrational sentiment’,

And spurn my bleeding heart.

If I told the truth. If I told you what I know.

You’d remind me that truth is unreliable when it,…

Occurred so long ago.

If I swore on my life, that I know and speak the truth.

You’d still deny my pleading words. No matter what I said,

You’d still require proof.

If I stepped off a cliff and waved to you goodbye,

Would you finally listen to what you refuse to hear?

To be heard, must we die?

If I apologized for my life and my soul,

Would you continue to blame me until the utter end,

And still forsake my soul?

If you don’t yet know this, then let me please explain.

Invalidation kills the soul and digs an early grave,

And there the stone reads bitterly:

“This life was naught but vain”.

K. Aldaya, 7/12/17

357. Sleep

You always sleep when I cry,

And one day you will when I lie…

in a coffin: the bed of the cursed.

Remember you shunned my pain first!

You always ignore when I bleed,

And don’t bother to stop and take heed.

Blades listen much sharper than you.

Isn’t blood now on your hands too?

You always disregard my words…

They drift onto paper like cowards;

Afraid to take to the air,

And be blown away without a care.

You always sleep when I cry,

And one day when I up and die.

Remember I told you I would.

Living: Tell me why I should!

K. Aldaya, 6/15/16

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