Sonnet 5 (song)

30.5.2015 'Please', it lacks of richness, and lends itself to th' vocabulary of destitutes 'Peace' is for the deaf all what he acutes And hangs on to, like an 'neasy ice shelf 'Truth' is only true for th'one who believes In that partic'lar version of the truth Like 'old' speaks only in the mind of youth And faith naught for the atheist relieves I cannot bear to think what might become If all diversity did meld to null The world had never been so bland and dull Unengaging, simple and tiresome We need old, young, noise, peace and all unheard Please, that's the truth, if you will take my word