There is a silence that corrupts the soul,
As a lonely man walks down a road.
A mental tut, a tapping shoe.
I know all about you!
A story is told that’s deep and long
And very possibly entirely wrong!
Condemning, simmering, quiet hate
The need to dissect and then berate
The unwashed hair,
This man is clearly going nowhere!
To be ignored is what’s best for him
Throw his value in the bin
A delicate, crystal cold white heart
Protects from compassion’s messy parts
Dehumanise its the way to be
It saves us from the need to see!