Silence Is the Killer: A Poem on Corporate Conformity

There’s a kind of hollow that mass-produced ambition makes. You can feel it walking through certain spaces — the polish, the slogans, the way nothing said is quite a lie but nothing said is true either. This poem is a small refusal.

Silence is the killer — not because saying something always helps, but because the absence of saying anything is what lets the rubber souls pass for the real thing. The brave move is sometimes just the small, specific refusal to nod along.