Love, oh Love, you’ve lingered too long in shadows, Wrapped in your gentle murmur, lost in hushed meadows. When the tempestuous tongues of hate grow bold, Why do you, in your whispers, leave your tales untold?

Greed struts loud and brash, dressed in robes of power, While lies, like creeping serpents, in dark corners tower. The din of their clamor fills the quivering air, Love, why dost thou whisper, in this unruly affair?

Love, you’ve got to stop whispering, your voice too soft, too mild, The world is yearning, desperate for your song, beguiled. Shout from the mountaintops, echo through the vale, Only your thunderous anthem can against the gale prevail.

Your silence in the face of wrong, is but a passive stance, While hate and greed and liars play their macabre dance. Raise your voice, sweet Love, let your truth take flight, In your resounding chorus, darkness turns to light.

It’s time for Love’s bold oration, to shatter walls of fear, Rise above the clamor, let every soul hear. Drown the droning discourse of discord and deceit, With Love’s courageous roar, make our symphony complete.

Let your voice, dear Love, become our guiding star, Louder, stronger, clearer, heard both near and far. No whisper now, but a clarion call of fate, To drown out the lies, the greed, the hate.

Oh Love, cease your whispering, raise your voice anew, In your steadfast echo, may we find our truth, our cue. Let your song of hope resound, let your courage bloom, In the face of hate’s loud shadow, may Love’s voice boom