You Hear Not What You Say

Suffering? Don't tell me you know it, your plastered grin and trembling hands tell all. Have you seen the hate, or the sea of blood splitting the earth that you know not of? Have you heard the screams? Sheath your dagger, your stupidity stings. Have you felt the ice growing in your throat, knowing tears with flow, Along with injustice? Suffering makes you a man? No, all it does is currupt. Retire to your corner you bug, ignorence is your biggest flaw. You know not what you think, and you hear not what you say.