The Noise of Quiet

Greg Prince
2 min readDec 10, 2018

Struggle Today!

Greet the void that fills the collective soul.
Its come again to take its toll.
And, I can see that I’m breaking and there is no way to go.
Can you feel the way I see? Can you hear what’s ripping away at me?
Can you lie and tell me all will be okay? Can you just go away?

The wisdom written in the blood, tears, and sweat.
The sage laughing at our fears.
Only time can heal us all.
Can you hear the battle call? Can you speak without uttering a false word of hope? Can you keep your promises and poisoned words of dope? Can you just go away? Go far, far, far away and leave the noise of quiet.

So those cast upon the roads of hurt and shame
will rise again and make their claim.
Filling years we must wait to get rid of lasting hate.
Can you take another day? Can you laugh when they throw their ignorant shade? Can you heed the siren call? Can you take this ugly pall?

Now we listen and we wait.
Alone and tired a nation without a friend, when will it end and bring a lasting peace without the banging of war’s drum to fill pockets lined with gold.
The masses bend their knee to the digit gods of speed. And who will save us, set us free from this despair?
Who will deign to care?
Who will stop and hug us when we need love?
Who will turn the switch off from above?
Who will act and forget to shrug?
Who will laugh and embrace the pain that makes us real, cast off disdain?

Go far, far, far away and leave the noise of quiet.

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.