there’s the blank stare
the elevator music of the soul
as we watch them
believe they are people
rising through concrete
to the top of the bottom of the sky

say nothing, if the day is good
It will be better in the silence
If the day is bad, let it be so
Unrevealed by words.

there’s the lips mouthing prayers
the secular beseeching of the heart
as we listen to them
believe they are people
riding the carriage through the steel
to the bottom of the top of the world

say nothing, if the people are good
It is better they are rewarded with silence
if they people are bad, let them be so
with provoking their rage.