Sounds of Silence

Hello, Dutton, our old friend,
You’ve come to speak some crap again.
In halls where policy is sleeping,
Your voice arose, steadfast and sweeping.
And the visions that you crafted in the night
Burn so bright,
In echoes of silence.

In endless rows of stone-cold pews,
I watched you speak your putrid views.
People bow, and people’s faces frown,
As you speak we see morale goes down.
The nightmares you build with words that you twist and turn,
Let them burn,
In the ashes of silence.

And as your policies were played,
I saw the shadows that they made.
Across this great land, you have built a wall,
Where justice stumbles, and where freedoms stall.
And in the vacant spaces that remain,
We feel the strain
In the hollow of silence.

“Fools,” said you, “do not protest,
Our strength lies in what’s repressed.”
But the people cried, hands held high,
Breaking silence with a sigh,
And the words that they had whispered throughout all the years,
Turned to tears,
In defiance of silence.

And the crowd began to sing,
Of the freedom that they bring,
And your words fell like broken chains,
Lost in halls where fear still reigns.
But the truth that’s whispered in our hearts won’t die.
It won’t lie.
For it shatters the silence.

Based on “Sounds of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel