Power

In the midst of dark cold nights Movements are heard rustling about Screams in agony no one hears Except the victims final pleas Silence! In the skies blasting thunders heard Forming rivers of blood Who hears the agony of pains? Except those who watch Silence! Who are the aggressors moving about Is it the strong destroying the meek? All this is found in the lands of the free Look around and so what is found? Silence! Sit there in your warm castles Each in their own wealth above others Ach, this is wise man, destroyers Yet still, greed in the end only brings Silence!