With unflinching guts,
every day
the wicked have their own.
And the innocent and righteous suffer
without anything happening.
The world has more lie than truth
and injustice than love.
Silence surpasses voice
and fear courage.
For evil to increase,
like fire in the straw,
destroying the best of our future,
fate and life,
just look quietly
with your arms folded.
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