vision through silence

you listen and the words lose any sense
but there is still so much that we require
and honesty's not much in evidence

no bother if we have to hurry hence
not even small delay to find attire
you listen and the words lose any sense

to reason no one seems to make pretence
but with a smirk play on upon the lyre
and honesty's not much in evidence

against injustice they place no defence
nothing can move through the encroaching mire
you listen and the words lose any sense

they claim to be in comfort on the fence
but from an angle they are on the pyre
and honesty's not much in evidence

absent the clouds the sky is so immense
dwarfing the crows that soar ever higher
you listen and the words lose any sense
and honesty's not much in evidence