Unheard Voices

In deafening silence
Dead,
They whinge
Wishing to whisper in the world's ears

When they talk,
Like herdsmen they shout
Trailing behind the tails
But all in futility,
The voices run hoarse
Slowly,
They wane in the winds
The silence is restored,
By the writhing moves of pain

Before,
Death was ambage
'Bad eyes' would conclude
Sometimes the maladies would unfold
In precise peace but pain,
The cadavers were earthed

With sauntering moments
'Bad eyes' have gradually closed
Maladies insignificant
Instead,
Skulls crash,
Bones shatter,
Bullets swim beneath skins,
Necks are chocked
They are strangled

More than dusks,
Daylights have become obscured,
Visions slayed
Malign reigns
The world is deaf
Their submissive voices are feeble
All rotting under their breath
They are silently shouting