Quietly you hum these doldrums,

seeking shelter from its parallel sum.

Amiss are you in your silent tune,

For the circles of your words are due.

So it shall unto you be counted,

That your tripe on wings of truth be mounted

For your inept silence that you proclaim

Is now a day of reckoning, a day filled with your shame.

So dismissed you be,

From the seekers of truth,

For your games are lies

That fall like puzzles

from deceitful eyes.

And I must confess, I know this to be so,

For I have seen it full circle blow,

So listen still, if you will…for I want you to know

That…“If you sow to the wind,

you will reap the whirlwind”

yes, oh yes… you will pay.

And you will recompense dearly

 for this deed you have done,

so beware, and do take care,

for limited are your remaining days in the sun.