We do not weep, scream, even whimper,

Too scared to speak out;

Tears seek sniffles of sympathy,

Pleas want cuddles of resolution.

 

Born into darkness with no escape

We stay silent.

“Mama, I’m sorry, mama,”

Is not Something we say.

 

We drink in all those words

Like the salty tears we do not taste;

Just wait in fear,

Filled with hatred.

 

And the blind groping for justice,

The secret tongue-biting vow of revenge;

We we do not ask for pity,

We do not cry.