Silence dwells at both ends
of the language hierarchy.
A soundless bellow can destruct
a bloodcurdling scream.
But those who have been obedient
to dogmatic regime,
Who moan weakly and swallow
tears in horror dream,
Has forgotten the endowed power
that keeps their last esteem:
To Harness Silence,
and Loose its reins,
Let it Gallop,
and Subdue its pains-
For refrain of guilt
must be restrained
And wild cries for crime
must be reigned.
Choose Silence, for the politest protest;
Choose to Speak, for the forceful quest.
Speak Out Silence, and you may admire
the call of justice bellowing in the air.
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Justice might not befall on every one of us immediately. Yes, I agree with you. A thoughtful poem.