Do not mistake their silence for an end to violence

We won't honour the violence, 

With our silence,

This is not the end.

It's just a breath.

A soft in.

A long out.

A wimper so thin. 

Cracking shoulder blades

A readjustment of bones.

A scream as loud as

Falling stones

That has a second to be held. 

A tear that has a second to be felt.

Like breath we continue.

We pause just to start anew.

But it's just to clean the blood

Of your lungs.

To reassess the harm that has been done.

Warm up strained muscles

And raised fists

And eat the meals we skipped

Before we go back onto the streets.

Because they want us to

Be as silent as the 15.000

Breaths they took,

We won't.