Hear them, feel them, taking their stand,
Tumbling down as they fall.
Fear them, when they, leave this land,
No one heard their last call.
Mankind rose, utter destruction,
Others shan’t survive.
This world, its balance, would all malfunction,
Destruction would overdrive.
No one ever heard their say,
No one ever heard their cry.
But we will go on on our ways,
Ignorant, left to die.
Their talks are full of meaningful things,
Some life in every word.
Not complex, as to what it brings,
Listen to the whispers unheard.
(c) Mitul
Magu
May, 2011
