A world where no one speaks, it could be nice:
No slurs or blank intolerance with hate,
Perhaps the people would be silent mice
And so the world would be at once so great.
But lack of speech turns lack of empathy,
The cruelty would just grow without the words
'Cause fists would turn to words; a symmetry
For hating seethe, for people hate in herds.
The quiet would be broken all so fast,
The words and speech replaced with screams and shouts;
An endless night, cacophany to last
Until the last has breathed the final doubts.
With speech or no, the bile seems to grow,
When I do look, the men just violence know.