Can you hear the silence in a dark and empty room,
Or see the stars sharing smiles behind a shining moon,
When wonder lays cold, lays slain, within a cynic’s tomb.
And innocence, corrupted, foul, sings a drunken tune?
Do you see the emptiness on crowded city streets,
Or hear the beggar’s rattling cup while politicians speak,
While hope is touted like a drug by elected lying cheats,
And everywhere the bully boys kick around the weak.
Can you feel your freedom when the slogan’s “cops are tops,”
Or speak your mind in a land of lies ruled by a bragging fool,
As your heavy chain of wants and needs grows and never stops,
‘Til in your grave alone you lay, your shroud, the Golden Rule.