the peasants shed their tears alone,
while the kings and queens
sit upon their judging thrones .
come down and take the child by the hand
show him the way.
for time has come where the light
upon his path,
is starting to turn dark.
put away your mind's prejudices.
the prejudices that hides behind
the illusions
and the contempt that hides
inside the delusions.
in the core of the hollows heart
is where insecurities,
feast.
sometimes silence cuts deeper
than a stabbing knife
cutting through to
the bone.
and
sometimes silence
shoots stinging barbs.
a soul destroyed cry
breaks the night's silence.
listen to its laments.
the wounded beast is easy prey
to the contemptuous
who sit on
thrones of high.
these throne occupiers don't awaken to the pain
from their downpouring
rain