Steal My Speech Poem by Oduro Bright Amoh

When with sad eyes and sunken hearts
we mime the end of speech,
And then with poker faces
Declare words obsolete.
When a silent decree decrees a decrease in diction
And places silence above oral and written speech.
How, when only words I have, shall I reach your heart?
What if to lighten up your gloomy doubt I kiss?
Shall it speak with sublime sweetness
As much as a lovely sonnet?
Shall it prove a want of affection
If to reply a wink, I flash a toothsome smile?
Did you say it will? Steal my speech!
Why would I want to speak
If I could be smiling?
Who cares for thousand words when he should be kissing?