Silence.

The sound of a beckoning silence;

that follows at dawn's first light.

Breaking the circle of violence,

that has lost its will to fight.

Calm on the outside,seething on the inside,

like two peas in a pod.

Nowhere to run to, or hide;

Does that not strike you as odd?

It has to choose between friend and foe,

No one knows what fate has in store.

The sky above and the ground below;

There's trouble knocking at the back door.

But virtue has its own reward;

The sun always shines after the rain.

So, do not even try to give in,

For silence will stick with you through thick and thin.