Three wise monkeys 

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There are three that exist,

Three meant to guide

There meanings misconstrued,

Forgotten and disguised  

There are three that exist

The first is Mizaru, who sees no evil,

He is used as an excuse

To hide from things less than peaceful,

To blind ourselves to the spilt blood

Of infants and other things illegal

There are three that exist

The second hears no evil, he is Kisarazu

He is our justification, for Drowning

Out the cries of those beaten black and blue,

For burying the screams of citizens,

Whose country has been torn in two  

There are three that exist

The third is Iwazaru, he speaks no evil, covers his mouth

Him we use to vindicate ourselves

For not speaking of things that should not be left out

We trap our voices, letting them rot

When we could be speaking for those without

There are three that exist

Three not meant to be excuses for indifference  

But sadly, this is the world we belong to,

A dark place shielded with ignorance

Engulfed with violence

A place that slowly dismantles innocence

We sit and watch and say “what a shame” as a country is violated 

We do nothing as women are raped as children are executed

Then when the violence ceases, we plead ignorance, we point the

Finger of blame and we honour the persecuted   

Truthfully the world doesn’t care, until its them.

We see no evil, here no evil, speak no evil, must we stay deluded

How much longer will our silence be the loudest sound? 

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