Mockers

What was best,
 Was fiercely crushed.
 They killed the dreams,
 And now they are gone.
 Sneering smiles
 Mocking looks
 Pointing out sins,
 They hide in their nooks.
 The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk
 The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark,
 To finish off our tainted hearts,
 All that we saved torn apart.
 How can they know,
 That thanks to their mumble
 They turn into gold
 The defeat of the crumbled.
 These shadowless men,
 How can they know,
 The power of the scorned
 Is letting dreams go.
 Merciless speech
 Merciless acts
 Words made of lead
 Of beasts so voracious.
 Sneering laughter,
 Mocking glances,
 Envious faces,
 And lack of tolerance.
 The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk
 The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark,
 To finish off our tainted hearts,
 All that we saved torn apart.
 How can they know,
 That thanks to their mumble
 They turn into gold
 The defeat of the crumbled.
 These shadowless men,
 How can they know,
 The power of the scorned
 Is letting dreams go.