A scream echoes in the silence,
It is that of frustration,
A rage and wrath that cannot be expressed in decibels or in strength,
But in silence.

A silence of frustration creeps over a battlefield of bodies,
Corpses of tries, hopes, thoughts, struggles,
Virtue alone cannot silence anything,
And the raping of life is not the hope of humanity.

It is within the thoughts of sanity and sentience,
Of the potentials and of prayer,
Of sensitivity and of compassion,
And the birth of death comes rising with the birth of birth.

It is stupidity of humanity that lets us progress forward,
It is from grief of death that we must move on in life,
A rage and anger that brings about calm and complacency,
A silence of callousness that brings about the soul-feeling love.

Frozen virtue lies on the frostbitten plain,
As permafrost gazed on towards the skies of a reddish glow,
And the restraint is thawed as freedom comes,
With the virtue of all that is bad comes some that is good.