Careless whispers

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.

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