Price of Silence

Meeks shall inherit the world
But the world will extract
Sweet vengeance
Leaving the meeks to ruminate
What could have been
As they are left to
Dance a macabre dance of death
On the tombs of millions
Littering a scorched earth
Sent to their untimely deaths
By  deadly silence of the meeks
That could be heard
Across the world
Silent approval of
The misdeeds of a few
Till the end of eternity
Meeks will have time to rue
The price of silence
Will weigh heavily
Nobody else to blame
But we

Guard Precious Freedoms

Rebel am not, no barriers broken
Violence shunned, no harsh words spoken
Mind my business, just want my space
Stand up for rights, will defend my face
Meeks will inherit, but they are all tokens
If they are sheeps, they will all be broken
Majority rules, but vocal minority is shrill
If not speak up, you know the drill
Might is right, but that idea is not bright
Be recognized, stand up for your rights
Not to be destructive, ideas need be constructive
May not be a leader, but need be very persuasive
Blind follower am not, not want be herded
Guard precious freedoms, resist being railroaded