Silent Anger is What Keeps Us on Edge.

She sits up high on a pedestal,
Everyone cowering under a dictatorship.
She scowls and barks the orders of her way
Making everyone crawl with frightened faces.
The silence of hate lingers when she is around,
Quite gestures of death made her way.
But the fear of whats to come holds us back,
Tying our anger to our waists and keeping our mouths shut.

But that doesn't stop us.
We wait. The moment on the tip of our tongues,
Edging its way to reality.

We watch, holding our stakes and knives
Keeping time with the moment of truth.
Grabbing and pushing, beating and killing.

Setting us free,
Forever.