The Voices Unheard

A poem about what the voices unheard turn into

Can you hear the voices?
The ones gone unheard.
Shouting, screaming and crying.
You say you don't hear them. You're lying!

There're everywhere,
but no one dared
to go against the rules
of society. Fools!

Don't you know,
those voices gone unheard,
are the ones
of the future revolution.

Now your attention is caught.
Those voices have been taught,
to hide, to never release their souls.
Turning their hearts cold

They're sick and tired,
inflaming their fire!
They laugh as the others beg for mercy.
Now do you see.

The future battle scene.
Those voices gone unheard,
are ready to seek.
Revenge; what they truly need.

As the voices unheard
stare deep into your soul,
causing you the pain
that you once did unto them.

What to do, what to do.
You want me to help.
Ha! I cannot help what you did.
All you had to do was say hello.

But now, those voices,
are my army now.
Only acting upon choices,
and all you can do is bow.

Now they are unleashed,
their fury released.
And you?
Burning with the rest of the corpses.