Shout Nay Poem by David N. Munene

Shout not from rooftops
For your wits are more than flops
Make no haste in raising decibels
You might invoke the rise of Babels
For the more you shout,
The more folly you let out
Speak in hush tones,
Like the heart does to bones
That though they are stronger
They depend on the aorta
Had the heart shouted,
The bones would have it ousted
But now they strive ‘em bones
To cushion the heart like do gowns
In wet, windy, Winter-infested Russian towns