Listen can you hear the beat,
That carries not a sound,
Everyone is shedding tears,
and there's dry eyes all around;

Listen to the blaring sirens,
That neither warn nor alert,
The passerby's and victims,
Of the man in the yellow shirt;

Listen to the hogwash,
And listen to the tale,
You take it in like a breath,
Yet fail to exhale;

Listen to the fabrications,
And be ready for the lie,
Find out what it means to be,
Before you get to die.