Woken By The Write

Electively dumb 
Curiously numb 
Permission to speak 
Never given 
Permission to feel 
Never given 
Process sharpened 
To manage and control 
Calculations and algorithms 
Seek and destroy missiles 
At the first sign 
The first flicker 
Jumped on 
Snuffed out 
Pre-emptively neutralised 
It isn’t okay 
This silence 
Disconnection 
Detachment 
To care only of doing a good job 
Of pleasing and placating 
With no passion 
For why it is done 
Nothing to stand for 
Nothing to live for 
Nothing to die for 
Open mouth wordlessness 
Hollow and mute 
Is it really all that dangerous 
To have and use a voice?