It’s time for you to listen to the candid wind
Seems we all hear it approaching, but you;
We’re not deaf anymore, nor aghast.
Listen to the silent voice from the fated;
It’s we, not you,
It’s in the hearts, not the billboards you’re undressing in daylight;
Nor in the institutions you’re raping.
It’s the wind in us,
It’s our weary hearts, we have changed the course;
It’s not your toothless sermons nor your careless whispers swelling everywhere;
It’s us together, no more a loner, sassy.
We won’t hear your whispers anymore; worn of your careless whispers.