The meek disband
And the callous prevail
Driven to desolation
Far sooner than most

What sustains the silent
Is deemed a wasteful lot
Their weightless prancing
Tranquil and undisturbed

The dull ache of living
Fulfills the stream of cautious men
But starved droves
Wade on with valor
In flight of despair
In search of revelation

All for the tidy sum of ease
A plunder so few
Can hope to proclaim