Behind Closed Windows

A tear, a cry
Behind closed windows
For noone listens
Noone risks a tiny glance.

One thousand ears are needed
For one voice
Spoken loud and clear:

Something is wrong
Behind closed windows
Something goes on
That isn’t right
I just walked by
And risked a glance
To see a man
In fighting stance.

A tear, a cry
Behind closed windows
When night falls in
The tellies are turned louder.

One thousand ears won’t listen
Two thousand eyes don’t care
When one hand rises
Causing tears and cries
And on the very next day
Accepting all little lies.

Behind closed windows
Privacy is sacred
A tear, a cry
About to die.

        © Séamus Kennan / 2017

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