Even Whispers Can Mean War

by Iris De Anda even silence can mean death even smiles across the wrong skin can mean other things to other people even now after all this politically correct the sound of your voice can release the bullets of a firing squad the echo of your words heard in the smallest of towns can ignite unearthed rebellion the deep inhale and exhale of your breath the moment between us and them even shouts can mean so little when the disappearances say so much so we must not [...]