version 2 (the edited version)

If we could speak,
we'd tell
how bad it is
to smell
corpse's remnants
left down
to rot under walls
broken.

If we could listen,
we'd tell
how woeful it is
to hear
children's laughter
shelled with bombs
and in cold blood
stolen.

If we could see,
we'd tell
how many tears
and more fears
are yet to born
while innocent dreams
fallen.

Palestinian neighbors Post to twitter
about America's racial conflict
twitter tips to deal with tear gas
dispersed in Ferguson Missouri.

Peaceful protest turned war zone
media detained harassed for no reason
police, riot officers, swat team, military trucks
it's like Middle East fighting in America.

The president has been brief
Militarized county police
Protestors chant
Tear gas and rubber bullets fired
Molly cocktail become fire bombs
War zone in Ferguson

State police take charge

Can I stop
to listen -
I mean really listen
to the stillness of breath
Can I look -
I mean really look
at the swaying silhouettes of trees
choreographed
on the walls of my mind
Can I summon -
I mean really summon
enough energy, patience
and strength
to swim out against the surging
tides
of quotidian concerns
and sensual proclivities
in order to
deconstruct
detoxify
and demystify
the language
of silence
frozen into icicles

The cubs in a den of lions, this world
eaten alive by mighty warriors, police
the lioness cry out in vain for the life of her cub.

Hearts formed rigid ice crystals stood by
as mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins,
aunts, uncles and friends wrangle in agony
at their loved one's lifeless body laid in the streets for hours.

F–ing animals they're called
Their peace turned injustice
In an instance shots fired
Cub down, shot dead in compliance.