No Words - Tragedy

Brainwashed, domesticated, bound in chains

No words, no words can relay

As the giant steamroller called progress

Mows down the last fragments of what once was

No words can explain the rage as another factory replaces another field

No words, no words can relay

No words can begin to say what would be said if the dead could replay,

If the napalmed children,

The tortured dissidents,

The publicly executed,

The burned villages,

The silent masses could

Cry, could scream,

Could speak…

Telling tales of tragedies for which we find no words

For which there are no words