Less Talk, More Action
In a world of whispers, loud and hollow,
Where promises linger, dreams can’t follow,
Words stack high like castles in the sky,
But crumble when tested, their roots run dry.
We gather in circles, we chant and cheer,
Yet the essence of effort never draws near.
Our voices are thunder, our plans are rain,
But droughts remain, and fields feel pain.
Oh, how the tongue can weave illusions,
A dance of charm, a web of delusions.
Empty speeches, their echoes vast,
Are fleeting shadows, they never last.

































