I talk, I shout
But who hears
I speak of the wars but
Also of a better future
Yet no one hears me speak
Who can hear my voice
The voice a million others,
Praying acceptance and inclusiveness
Seeking love and understanding
But who wills to hear me speak
Who hears the loud silence
Of the minorities,
Who feels our pain, And anxiety,
Even our pleasure
They have become stoic
The voice of the millions
Blocked by the epicurean nature
Of our corrupt leaders
Though they claim deafness,
We will speak
Though they aver blindness,
We will act and write
Till our loud silence is heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an amazing poem.. thoughtful