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.
One Voyce of the World 
wow….. powerful…your word talent is amazing Christopher
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Thank you
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