Break the Loud Silence
The Sun spits flames of fire at noon,
melodies of mercy flows from the full moon...
The whirlwind whispers to the weak and wise,
as arrows of hope sparkle in the skies.
Sing O victims vengeance is coming soon!
Vengeance looms, warn the pretenders;
danger dangles on the neck of offenders.
We will wait no more for things to happen,
brave men; let the doors of death open.
we are to posterity the dogged defenders.
We will not kill with gun and swords,
lest posterity feel the heat of our words...
Sweet sacrifice; we shall slaughter to save
our future buried in the greed's grave.
We are going to mend the broken cords.
Their empty promises and bulky pockets
shall soon be rocked by our silent rockets...
We shall wage no war but fight to finish
lest these lousy leaders lead us... to perish.
The sun shall pluck their eyes off the sockets.
Foolishness flows in the field of our sages,
gloom and doom fill our dailies' pages.
Hope hides behind words unspoken,
we shall get this loud silence forever broken.
They shall be paid with woes their sin-wages!
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