The Noise of silence taunts my hearing drums
Nothing noble said yet much do they speak
So great their potential and vast their sums
Yet somehow from their mouths this nonsense reeks

Maybe I’m clueless- have I right to talk?
“Antisocial”, they say, “Who’s he to judge?
Not by norms of society he walks
But rather cowers, whines, and holds his grudge.”

No use denying- they’ve made up their minds
Condemned by ignorance- misunderstood
So strong their opinions, but yet so blind
Not this soon will they take my livelihood

Ready not am I to confess these thoughts
But powerless am I- they’re all I’ve got