To be seen unheard with
So much to say
To be unable to move while
Running away from the mystery
Of it all and the wind makes the
Eyes water and sounds as if all
The world is calling your name
To be seen unheard while
Speaking what’s true to see
Disaster holding you and calling
You friend in the guise of those
That would help things mend or
So they like to say but the truth
Be known that really one day you
May have to plead for their lives
Without hesitation they have been
Stricken deaf dumb and blind the
Only sad thing I think you may find
Is that all was by choice in order to
Combine their greed with their physicality
To be seen unheard seems ridiculous to
Me