Song of Silence

My spirit rides on every mantra of life. Songs for God, mantram of love, mantram of pleasure. As I depart, further I see one who´s blinded me, rhyme and melody seem to be burning my ears. Song of sobbing souls; known to me, but only half of other men. I never heard them play it in America; the Senate, the United Nations or Human Rights Organizations. The blood of the oppressed, Man showers in crimson! The bitten wives or the girl sold as an asset. Nobody hears the song, nobody sings a praise. Can I take the journey on my own? Yes! I can sing by myself! Can anybody hear me?