Unspoken

He should have been unworthy of her quintessential beauty.
For she was a goddess and he was a ruthless nobody.
How could she have fallen for the words that slipped between his teeth?
For they were ill spoken words, disguised by the cowardice lurking beneath.

I watched her as she was chained to the shadow of his twisted wing.
I could see it in her eyes, her desire to break his faithless ring.
Yet she was a slave to his wicked ways, as he held captive her emotions,
And caged like a bird was her heart, her precious soul left broken.

She should have been free, running through the flowers that yearned for her attention.
Instead she was lost to the world, as I waited for divine intervention.
I should have made a decision; I always swore I’d do it one day.
But then one day turned to the next, and then the next and then the next day.

The scars behind her tears, they whispered time was running short.
And still I stood without a motion; my fears would arise and I’d abort.
“Please God will you help her? I fear I am much too weak”.
Yet the next day I would see her, her world looked all the more bleak.

She was a ghost amongst the living, not a soul paid her any care.
And here I am rich with it, only to pretend to be unaware.

And then I saw it, the flashing lights both red and blue,
A body bag, a man in cuffs and that’s when I knew.
She screamed every night for someone to do something.
And all she got was for good men to stand by and do nothing.

And now the world is wondering why the fuck she was taken
It’s because we are all cowards, we all stand unspoken…

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“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing” -Edmund Burke