"Silence is golden,"
Nonesense we’ve spoken,
We might be taken
To graves forsaken.
Hey every body,
You better study
Silence is muddy,
Much worse it’s bloody.
We need the active
And the creative,
As war’s destructive
The pain’s collective.
But only the bold
Whom nothing can hold,
Can defy the sword,
Or resist the gold.
We can’t fight this war
By being just sore,
Peace thinkers should roar
And should do much more.
While peace is absent,
We can’t be silent,
We have to resent
And stop this torment.
Someone there derives
His life from his knives,
He plays with lives
Of husbands and wives.
Silence in our case
Is in the wrong place.
We’ve lost the right trace
By this bloody race.
We’re just terrified
And so horrified
By those deified
And not,alas, defied.
If we are afraid,
They’ll stick to their trade,
They don’ feel the blade
While sitting in the shade.
Vampires come and go,
Just like a cuckoo,
All that they can do
Is to inflict woe.
Each one on his turn
So ruthless and stern
Threatens he’ll just burn
Until we all learn.
In fact we must gain
Courage and not feign,
If dull we remain
It’s them we sustain.
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