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 nightBurn 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 … Continue reading Sounds of Silence