Deaf from the Silence

Virtuosity by nature is mute
From the callous hands of justice gone bad;
From the wandering vagabonds who loot
The inner linings of middle class add
Watching fools. How can one speak out against
That which it does not condone without such
A scathing look from it's enemies? Angst
Sets its hold, cords are broken from the touch
Of strain, as brother fights brother with fire;
The cycle of woe that will never tire.
Yet hidden in some obscure corner lives
A man from a far off place, one who gives
Virtuosity the example it needs;
For when they beat him down the fifth it pleads.

               Deaf from the Silence, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012