Do we humans in our folly,
Grant credence to the fact,
Our wisdom oft flawed,
Emotions do contend.
That we face not our demons,
Nor strike back against deceit?
Yet stand midst the battle,
Our voices to scream,
Our pain, a ballad
Heard only by the deaf.
Why does our pride,
Hero’s garland we claim,
Defeat all logic,
That war may never end.
For who is our enemy,
That so simple a ruse
Leaves confusion and conjecture,
New weapons to defeat?
Think not, noble warriors,
Your enemy to destroy,
For the arms raised against you,
Were made not of steel,
Mere straightforward the shield,
Carried by Silence, indisputable foe.