declaiming war and doom to the shore
the wind throws your voice into the sea
and the waves soak it up
salt and bitter is nothing new to them
words are weak when wet and worn
yours are all old
no new thing to sparkle and sting
the same blunt blade using noise
in place of finesse
but no one ever accused you of eloquence
No one would grudge you silence
but you have too much to say to wait
for an actual listening audience
beg your pardon foe being dense
but I prefer hope to your confidence
that all the world is headed to hell
I promise it won't be counted to your negligence
you've done more than enough with your 'sense'
so stand with me dreamers
darers to do
stand on the sandy shore
the storm is coming he screams
the shadow and the silence
darkness and death and violence
enough of this and let us
sink the cynic.
send hope and sweet across the waves
turn the tide with tidings of joy
swell the current with songs
and let us shove his ship along
let us sink or let us swim
but never be a cynic.
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