I was silent
When noise was ripping our room
Cracking the bricks.
My stillness waft through
The room to mend the broken walls
And crumbled in the fear of your voice.
I wanted to build peace in chaos.
I molded a golden silence in a dirt.
I watched how morality burn and
Glued my eyes to the smoke dancing in our room.
Still I was silent.
I was a torch of rectitude
In a darkness of iniquity.
My lip was numbed
And the room remained starve of reforms.
Moral decadence rules the
World when reformers keep sile
