The body is weak so the soul must speak

The tumult cannot prod so silence must yell at its peak

Triggered miseries would not yield our moans would not heed

If truth must succumb to your gimmickry then rife will be enthroned

If the rod lingers the anguish in our eyes can’t be dethroned

If silence would wail then the deafening clamor should be scorned

If the stillness of our battered eyes can’t tell

Then our lurking woes can’t be spared

Hatred will not budge, so love must wait in the wings

If peace smells then anarchy can’t stink

If your selfishness derides our selflessness

Then your emptiness will nurse our togetherness

If gloom must prevail over light

Then your steps can’t tell their plight

Your indictments convicts our innocence

Our presumed conviction will heighten the decadence

Your greed and apathy have taken love hostage

But our virtues will surely be back on stage

Even if your pride will try to insist

Our inflicted pangs shall certainly resist

If you want us to go downstream at a gallop

Then your weight will betray you like a ballot

For you shall slip downstream at the speed of light

You shall no more be there for us to despise

Giant trees!

Gather all the morning’s dew in the palms of your massive arms

You will split your stalks from its weight

And gleefully we shall take over your fate