Now not in twenty years

It is complicity to be silent
To wash the brain clean
Blood still sticks to the hands
Covers the soul
A voice is but small silence
Joined with a million others it is not
It becomes an avalanche of conscience
A changer of direction
Do not be silent any longer
Add your verbal silence to the many
Roar out the battle cry
We want no more
Become a passive yet aggressive voice
Drag the warmongers from their towers by paper ladders
Give your disapproval
Let them know it has to stop
Not in twenty years
Not in twenty days
Not in twenty hours
But in twenty heartbeats
Then and only then will our young have a chance
Your legacy will live on
Not by staining the battlefields
Where blood feeds the dry earth