A Silent Cry

Quelling a fiery rage from crying out, why? Vice is rudely rampant, and virtue is plainly shy Words that heed, flung so far away! To follow those who tell the biggest lie For shame, When vileness sings and purity utters a cry, When dove and branch, disallowed to fly! When holy books, made of ink and paper, Told to be holier than you and I! For shame, When all we do must be a profitable game Where precise value, global, to an ounce of gold Yet the human race is never valued the same In one corner, our worth is treasure In another, its lack we blame Yet we’re told, we are all the same When the word stop, declared only by few Halt advancing many from being bold You must quietly do what you’re told, For here you see! We present our claim In one corner, the few distort the masses In another, force, is used to tame Yet they gloat, we are all the same For shame, When we think we know right and wrong, Though loudly told, they are easily sold Yet right and wrong, at their best, lame In one corner, right, permits to kill In another, wrong, we exclaim… Ideologies for control, Our fear is to blame> Michael