And what if?
So when the noise dies down and the crowds move away,I listen as most people say, what did we do today?
And when will the bad all go away, maybe find another place to stay!
Far, far away and why not today?
When I see a sight, I don't try to decide if it is wrong or right,
Just a sight to look at for my own delight.
The words are there, for any that care, but would rather not be the one heard
Making the noise, just the ones who quietly agree with the rest of the herd.
It was a mighty yell, may have come from hell, as it grew in strength and smell,
May be the one, no job to large or small for us to know what to tell.
All that's needed as we voice it everyday, all the grand words we say,
We believe we might correct that which is not right, purely though force and might.
We will not avoid a fight, but only if we think we are right in the plight
We are the one's who choose to support in fight or flight.
A bear over there will stare until there is a reason to make a move from here to there
Or, anywhere since it is the choice of the bear, the where.
To the bear you are food, an easy meal to stare at,
Unless you use the yell from hell to dispel the bear, the one sitting stairing over there!
So if the yell will save you from a bear that don't care what kind of clothes you wear,
From a dinner of makings of you, wouldn't it make sense to yell at that bear.
May even make him care enough to leave you along?
The noise is fine, some of it mine, but not a lot of good to be done when the fading sun
Sees the words in the dawn, place all wrong, what a place to have no gun!
In a place where none will ever see, except me, or even care except maybe the bear.
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