Where is silence?

Ecclesiastes 5:7 7 Talk is cheap, like daydreams and other useless activities. Fear God instead.

 

 

 Talking much …  saying little.Disguise the little in a riddle.Saying things to be left alone.Turning your heart into stone. Always searching … never learning.Neglecting truth … never yearning.Throwing half truth all around.Bury good intentions in the ground. Have a sermon for that departed.Fake sincerity … you fainthearted.Will the world accept my style?Do I get by with it for a while? And when truth catches up with me.I’ll blame some one else … you’ll see.I'm the best … you ought to know.I'm the mainstream directing flow. Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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