The echo

I heard you discuss ideals without a sincere belief
And wondered if you spoke the words from inner conviction
Or were you just repeating other men’s words like a thief
Because your own knowledge would have been a contradiction

Of the well-cultivated life you’ve led for many years
And finally you had the bravery to think again
Find the well-meant passion through all the forgotten tears
In changing the position of the deprived in disdain

I watched when you performed your outward sham appearances
I could not imagine why anyone would hear your word
And not understand the great dividing differences
Was it the sound of your voice or the echo that I heard

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