Silence Complicity
In the heart of a quaint village fair, A devil prowls, spreading despair. His dark shadow looms over the land, Yet the world turns a blind eye, unplanned. Whispers of terror fill the air, As the devil's grip tightens, unfair. But silence reigns from distant heights, For he's a friend to wealth's delights The rich, they dance, untouched by fear, Their coffers full, their conscience clear. While the village suffers, torn apart, By the devil's grasp, a deadly art. In the face of evil, the world stays mute, As long as their riches bear no dispute. But in the shadows, the villagers cry, For justice lost, beneath the sky. So the devil roams, unchecked, unseen, In a world where silence reigns supreme. But in the hearts of those oppressed, A flame of hope, forever blessed.