The silence of the lambs is deafening Not a squeak not a peep has escaped Beyond the slaughterhouse closed doors Darkness and silence, disposable masks like diapers We remember… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2011 Carnival Gallery
While the same masters than long before Sit comfortably numb in their patent leather armchairs So many crimes have been perpetrated in the name of our own good We the people, the real people outside, we are starved of our Liberties And as the sheep file in line to the slaughterhouse The dream slowly vanished […]