Alakazam!

See tha girl over there?

The one you teased?

Tears come to her eyes.

But, don't worry,

you'll not see those tears tomorrow.

 

See that boy over there?

The one you shoved in a locker?

He is quiet, but not silent.

But, don't worry,

the silence will come tomorrow.

 

For, tomorrow,

their voices,

they won't be heard.

 

They are Magicians.

Tonight, only, their performace, their act of despiration,

before the curtains close for

your delight.

A disappearing act

 

1..

2..

3..

ALAKAZAM! 

 

The curtains close ,

the hands come together,

then there is silence

before the intermission.

 

The show goes on

leaving the audience

Silent. 

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