Peter Daniel Phiri
Silent Loud - Poem by Peter Daniel Phiri
They look at me as their leader;
As their front man.
But I prefer leading from the crowd,
It's in my nature, in my blood;
written all over my character, face and body language.
I may not stand up and shout in a loud voice,
You see...I am not that talented.
But I am a silent,
Yet loud, audible voice communicated through people's hearts,
And translated outwardly as love, passion and sympathy.
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