The delicate sound of silence

The delicate sound of silence
(Tomás Mais, 2002)

I scream,
yet no one hears.

No one hears the thunderous tone of my foul voice.
A butterfly scream it is.
The delicate sound of silence.

The shout reverberates in my skull,
but the mob still stands still.
And the echo grows...

Violate the system
and bring down the wall!
Break the chains
and tear your masks apart!

Dependance will be cursed,
and the mischievous will be overwhelmed
by the limbo they will be drowned in!

...

... to chant in the party is not my destiny ...

So it is that I’ll scream no more
For I dream dreams of peace
Where the language I speak
is not the one you longed for.