I with a preshuse few
Beet on my drum with
A few, took up the beet
But for now the beet
Is beeing drownd out 
By the noice of silance!
The def ears tude out
The day will come
When The  Maces will say
' Why did no one worn us
Tell us? '
' Well I and few others did so'
' Well now WE are paying the cost '
' Turning a def ear! ' The Fools

Kenny D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet