There's a sound that cancels silence
The sound of silence
And then the sound beneath silence
The flip flop and flap
Proud foot wear
Proud weapon
Swift in movement
Swift in torture
Seemingly harmless
Tantalizing evil
Tales of too "soft" to even hurt a fly
And I smile,
Half and half we are
Those we pronounce bad
The braver amongst us
Lot's of the good ones wait
For a good chance and someone to blame
Like blaming fear for smashing the bug thrice
Sure there's a difference between manslaughter murder and self defense
Like wearing the same smashing slippers and sharing
Everyone has a part of the ghost
Like the sounds from ting ting ting.....
Anybody with a nice caption for this poem of mine, but struggling to come up with a right caption for it.Thanks.
