In songs they sing that silence is louder than bombs
like the moments when dust settles in the tombs
We see no evil, we hear no evil, we speak no evil
and we try but little good can we deliver
our mouths are silenced and our hands are bound
by our own inability to comprehend a growing mound
of the injustice of violence and cloaks and daggers
and machine gun fire from drones’ automatic triggers
we refuse to try because we believe in a way of the world
that’s been for thousands of years like God’s word
and so the millstone rotates and grinds the human condition
us privileged few unwittingly keeping it all in motion