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
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