Silent Bomb:

As the silence of the lambs,
Fears the morning so bright,
The begging domain hinders the bar,
Hold us still beyond our might,

The time whispers by noisily,
An uproar to white plastered walls,
The table vibrating beyond belief,
Registering many unforeseen calls,

An animal of the wild lurks close by,
Awaiting it's prey to awaken to a melody,
Perched upon it's chair above the land,
Watching all that it could see,

As the morning drifts off,
The day rolling to it's fateful beginning,
The moans unpleasing to the ear,
I dare say, we are not winning,

The day dragging us to be moved,
For our lives come down to pleasing,
But we dare not move,
For it is devouringly freezing.