I once heard some wisdom from a friend, would you like to hear it?
I see you nodding at your screen, so maybe I'll write it out.
He told me that we're all deaf and our eyes now hear better than our ears;
that every whisper is a flutter of colour that refuses to speak.
Try to make out what they're saying - you'll only hear what pleases the eye.
Every alley of downtrodden brothers;
Every slum of broken children;
the sound of their charity ad smiles.
Every mother that wanes with age;
the sound of you always being right.
Every website of shameless acts;
that one's loud enough to mute.
The world has fallen upon rusted ears.
With every waking moment and Valium night
it begs for your mercy, but you won't listen.
Ocean waves roar your name in sets of seven,
while the salty breeze just adds to your rust.