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Dead Silent
A poem by Albert Wilmot, YPI Youth

At first life was easy
Just pretend it all away
Life was good
And I was dead silent

But things changed
As they always do
I couldn’t be silent anymore
And that’s when life ended

I walk down empty hallways
Praying that I’m alone
Fearing the unknown voice
And remaining Dead Silent

But it’s inevitable
The fist raised in fear
Strikes my body
Whilst others are dead silent

I cry in the night
My soul yearning to see the light
But the crowd pushes me under
Forcing me dead silent

I strive against them
Though their voices are many
But I’m brushed aside like ash
And still dead silent

And then I see you
Coming towards me in the crowd
My Brother
My Sister
My Friend

Your eyes smile at me
And I feel hope at the sight
You walk beside me a while
A silent friend

But then the Crowd is here
And you look away
As they beat me
And crush me

I cry out to you
But you know me not
I’m just the fag
A thing of shadow and no substance

But in the fire of that hatred
I am forged
I become stronger
I am a mountain

I am unmovable
I am unbreakable
And I refuse
I Refuse
I REFUSE
To be dead silent anymore.