They always say
"You should speak up,
Ask for help,
Say something."
But no one ever
Listens.
For what good words bring
Whence silence blinds in gold?
For what good vocab carries
When suffrage weights the lips?
For what good -
When the wind carries whispers
And breeze carry words,
Whence shoulder carries burden
Heart carries pain
Body carries regret -
For what good,
For what good,
For what good,
Does words bring then?
Those whose suffrage,
Carried alone;
Whose heart,
Beats to its own drum ;
Whose footsteps,
Lay ever so softly
On the blood-soaked lands,
Whose hands,
Bled and calloused,
My heart goes out to you.














