They wait in silence and remiss
Until no remises remain to finish
Dismissing all that they see
Fulfilling naked prophecy
Intensely occupied with just pride
Watching all the time by the side
And yet no reaction to the wrong
This, my friend, is their song.
The faceless faces of today
Holding this generation at dismay
Those that care not to express
Hiding their face by themselves
Reproaching actions for gall
Scrutinizing fallows after every fall
Meaning nothing but pain
No conscience in a frugal brain.
Will and wisdom may fight
For each has the equal right
But passively one does the good
But not that a bystander would
Watching it happen before his eyes
Betraying reason and conscience
In trouble, he would leave you sore
Or rather trouble you much more.