Lended Ears, Deafened

To what eyes may be wandering, and whichever ears; pressed on wooden walls to grasp little hushes, may be present. I would but casually invite, as to remove the tension. Which may or may not have been present within the times past, and due to come. It is at this moment, in which the occasion has arisen with such momentum, that I speak upon thee with such subtlety. Take due apology, and please retain the impatience you may experience within the monotonous approach that I impede upon thee. Nor pay heed of overthought to the contradictive hypotheticals I may divulge. Yet I feel if there is no true discussion upon the matter. If we, as minds of many, choose so as to neglect what lays at our harbors. Whom rises at our hilltops with the shining of the world's sun at their backs. We have done nothing less than give in to ill-natured minds of cowards. You have then chosen to rank yourselves within the vast oceans of carcasses in which our brothers and sisters occupy. Stench lay at your feet, rot lay there. Do not let your pride reside with it. The decay and disrespect which so heavily laden the ground. Our backs bowed by the cumbersome blows of defeat.