The Silencers.

A silencing does happen
When someone tries to peak,
When they see the surface
Of greatness not for meek.

Their efforts are due noted
Their triumphs can be seen,
So in sweep swift the echos
Of silencers so keen.

Their job is to deter such
Their tongue is bitter sweet,
They smile to face of noted
Whilst scheming their defeat.

Ah how I’m just so tired
Of fighting passive fights,
My own worth I established
Destroying’s not their right.

For every hush and silence
You think you’ve poured my way,
I’ll make a bloody riot
I’ll fight my right to stay.

Be still you hungry silencers
Go forth and mind your own,
My peace and joy incoming
Is greater than your stones.