MANKIND

Silence be bright. Do not be like a dull pine needle that cannot pierce the heart. Nor like the calmness of the river before a storm. Be full of rage at the deafness and blindness of Mankind. The quiet ignorance that dares not speak, see, nor cry when hatred penetrates the wounds. The scars of prejudices have scabbed three times over. That it is the renascence of time becoming old than anew attorning the passage of war to destroy all.