015: noose

There was no moment of silence, no mourners to grieve. The world once again turned a blind eye to the passing of another soul into the realms beyond, as ghosts of strange fruit watched on in silent despair...watched with the sorrow of those who truly know that change is a rarity in the human condition. And yet, there was no chance for voices to be silenced in respect, for the eyes of the world were too trained into blindness. There would be only the silence of apathy for that soul strung up by the noose...no mourners for justice.