The Trap

Silence rebuked – but feared rebuke
closed the circle and locked him in,
took self-respect, instead imposed
a furtive shame. He bought their sin,
steered their way and denied his own.
They knew, of course, the kind, the bad.
Cut pity – some – as scorn was thrown
when back was turned. And then the sad-
looked youth grew up. The circle broke.
Silence stopped. He raised their hackles;
shed their shackles; returned their bile.
And found again the circle closed.

Rupert Moreton

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