VOICE PARALYSIS

Voices molding the shape of mortal beings,

Voices so blind,

Voices shaping the identity soon to fade from memory,

Voices, the voice,

Voicing the illusion of the image in the mirror unseen,



Voices cracking,

Walls forged in the tears of centuries,



They speak of gold and forget the mines and sweat drained,

They speak of a beauty who will be consumed by age,

They voice and voice again,

They voice but see not the heart,



The voice limping,

Limping its way into minds,

Minds paralysis,

The voice plague,



My ears are but shut,

It is never about what they say about i,

But what the maker says.