words won't listen

White and Grey and Cold
The sky is an aching collage
of frozen tears falling from heaven
cloaking things in mystery,
feeding cracked earth
How quickly we forget those
who seem less important than we...
We're numb to the strife of the world
thanks to glamourized violence
nothing seems shocking
We whine away about how our children have no respect
have next to zero conscience
then roll over and laugh at the same scenes on TV
Live what you preach
in silence and in action
not so much in words
Because words are little disobedient warriors that can turn on you.
But Your actions can speak for you when no one is listening