To be silent is not weakness.
It is not the quiet cry of the meek.
In the quiet we seek stillness
A reprieve from the weak.
They shout to the heavens, to any that will hear
They cry for the things they think lost.
Yet knowledge of what they want when it’s near
And the ignorance of what it might cost.
Those fools that bring hatred and cruelty and rage
What they fight for they can’t or won’t say.
When asked their cause, their purpose on stage
Will retreat, to spew their hatred another day.
-Against those that think they stand for something they can’t fully describe, silence is sometimes the best weapon, since eventually their words will rebound back to them. Hopefully they’ll hear how foolish they sound.