Silence in our days is not neutral. So poems like this one is an act of resistance.

What works here is the repetition. “This is happening” and “they’re still there holding on to life” don’t feel like slogans in this form, they feel like someone forcing reality to stay visible while language around it tries to blur. That gives the piece urgency. It reads like a refusal to let distance, euphemism, or neat phrasing take over.

And the smaller lines do a lot of heavy lifting too. “The kettle clicks and no one moves,”“A message stops mid-sentence,”“The language starts rearranging / to make it easier to stand.” Those moments make the larger political feeling feel personal and immediate. It knows that silence is not neutral, and it keeps pressing on that truth without overcomplicating it. Clear, steady, and hard to ignore.