Patience, patience, patience.
In our sleep we still call for
patience
In our apathy, we still call for
tolerance.
Six feet down and we still cry peace.
The bruises of our sons and the scars
of our daughters.
Never mind our bloody tears and our
blatant fears.
Patience is one great virtue if
differentiated from apathy and fear.
Speak up! Ye who are the silent of
society.
Protest! You who are called timid.
Have a heart! Ye who turn your heads
away in unconcern.
Let your voice be heard, he who hides his thoughts away from man.
Let your voice be heard, he who hides his thoughts away from man.
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