
As the night starts to sleep, And the day begins to dream, I can't help but weep, At the visions I have seen. At bigotry and torure, Rape, starvation too, And worst of all the murmurs, Of those in complacency stew. For insolvency of morals cannot be solved alone, By the compromisisers and trimmers who would stoop to selling bones, But by those who care, Are brave in heart, Whom live to dare, And would give no part, To those who feel with fingers cold and hearts colder still. To Machiavelli's children many who tilt the ...