Soft words
Speak louder,
To propitiate
In a tranquil place,
For a worthy state!
Speak louder,
To propitiate
In a tranquil place,
For a worthy state!
Will we hence find,
Else ne’er know
To tell ‘tis time,
We’ve need to slow
Man in a hurry,
Or soon be thence
When far too late
To tame this state…
Yet should one hold
Clocks be set bold,
To fix the pulse
A slower rate,
For all to move
At homologous pace,
Mightn’t we discover
One another,
Thus man in a hurry
In a tranquil place,
To finally face
He is doing us in,
With reckless haste!