The Silent Speak / Hear Ye

 Hear Ye / aircrashdetectives@paypal.me

I don’t preach, to the, choir

Or speak about these, awkward, things

Except when the house is on fire

And the judgement bell, rings

 

The fascist finds, familiar friends

Loves hanging on the coat-tails

Of the secret weapons that pay dividends

While drinking Molotov cocktails

 

Don’t be fooled by that, salacious, charm

Or of claims of ignorance

Conspiracy theories, do no, harm

Does anybody want to dance?

 

Time comes for every woman and every man

North to south and coast to coast

To draw a line in the sand

And stand up for what matters, most

 

I don’t have to love you to respect you

But I do have to defend your, honor

And it’s not about what you say it’s what you do

When you see the face of the monster.

 

So, rest a minute and, think of, nothing

Except peace, love, and freedom, rising

Watch her face, almost, blushing

With pride