Quiet the voice of the hurtful...

Hide those sounds of words that hurt with or without determined purpose....

Can you hear the voices of the young people shouting out? Yelling, screaming "where is my way out?" In these, the days of no time, there is not a lot for them to do so they turn to crime....

Making games of terror and strife, hurts upon hurt with the grand prize of taking a life....

In the darkness of despair,

The selfish want more than their share.