By Kingsley Aham. click HERE to read more about him.
For all those who cannot speak and even if they speak,cannot be heard and even if they can be heard will not be heard and if they will be heard will not be listened to.
For all those who have had the microphones taken from them,for all those who have had the spotlight stolen from them and the stages snatched from under their feet.
For all those who cannot be seen because the spotlight has left them.
How much do you know of silence's true feelings?Have you ever stopped to listen to the heartbeat of the dumb?
Listen,there's a great craving in their pulses;longing to burst forth,longing to be heard,longing to be noticed and talked back at.The unprivileged,the poor,the uneducated,the unqualified..look around you,they're everywhere.Hundreds are condemned and written off because their appeal never reached that table and even if it did,it was written off as a nobody's appeal.With the gavel,life's are slammed 6 feet beneath the ground in our law courts,the innocent?Because the poor have no adequate representation and they can't even defend themselves.
You've become like a god,u give life and condemn with your mouth as u chose,you think have arrived.Look around u,they're everywhere..how many have you shown the light to walk in the dark?
How many have
u stood up and spoken for?
How many have you helped birth their dreams and expressions?
With your pen,how many have you told their stories?
Where does the essence of life lie when you only sit in convenience cowardly?
When will u dare..I now write this poem to all the voices that are seeking to be heard.
The heart cry of the innocent,the silenced,the. unprivileged and the unqualified.
For all those who cannot speak and even if they speak,cannot be heard and even if they can be heard will not be heard and if they will be heard will not be listened to.
For all those who have had the microphones taken from them,for all those who have had the spotlight stolen from them and the stages snatched from under their feet.
For all those who cannot be seen because the spotlight has left them.
How much do you know of silence's true feelings?Have you ever stopped to listen to the heartbeat of the dumb?
Listen,there's a great craving in their pulses;longing to burst forth,longing to be heard,longing to be noticed and talked back at.The unprivileged,the poor,the uneducated,the unqualified..look around you,they're everywhere.Hundreds are condemned and written off because their appeal never reached that table and even if it did,it was written off as a nobody's appeal.With the gavel,life's are slammed 6 feet beneath the ground in our law courts,the innocent?Because the poor have no adequate representation and they can't even defend themselves.
You've become like a god,u give life and condemn with your mouth as u chose,you think have arrived.Look around u,they're everywhere..how many have you shown the light to walk in the dark?
How many have
u stood up and spoken for?
How many have you helped birth their dreams and expressions?
With your pen,how many have you told their stories?
Where does the essence of life lie when you only sit in convenience cowardly?
When will u dare..I now write this poem to all the voices that are seeking to be heard.
The heart cry of the innocent,the silenced,the. unprivileged and the unqualified.
MUTE VOICES
The sound of Silence
Deep and hollow,they resonate
Somewhere within,unseen
They protest and refuse
With dumb faces,they decline
How much will you know
Of silence's true feelings?
Some are never heard
Their sounds never get amplified
Some are never seen
The stage is taken from them
When they try to climb
The fall is hasty
Aided by bloated fat hands
Their spotlight fades
Alone,they stand in the dark
Unseen,
Even in crowds of gaiety
Muffled Voices
Pillows are imported in
When the cords vibrate,slashed
Their heads become bananas
Under the feather stuffed cases
On which heads snore
Under loud comfort
They are muffled;drowned
In flowered warm baths
Where facialed flesh floats
Strangled breaths;Muffled Voices
Stalked frames;Pushed Shadows
Victims of the loud and seen
Preys of chance and fate
And so they wallow
In abysses of silence
Open mouths,muted voices
We are making our voices heard
May the world stop to listen
Deep and hollow,they resonate
Somewhere within,unseen
They protest and refuse
With dumb faces,they decline
How much will you know
Of silence's true feelings?
Some are never heard
Their sounds never get amplified
Some are never seen
The stage is taken from them
When they try to climb
The fall is hasty
Aided by bloated fat hands
Their spotlight fades
Alone,they stand in the dark
Unseen,
Even in crowds of gaiety
Muffled Voices
Pillows are imported in
When the cords vibrate,slashed
Their heads become bananas
Under the feather stuffed cases
On which heads snore
Under loud comfort
They are muffled;drowned
In flowered warm baths
Where facialed flesh floats
Strangled breaths;Muffled Voices
Stalked frames;Pushed Shadows
Victims of the loud and seen
Preys of chance and fate
And so they wallow
In abysses of silence
Open mouths,muted voices
We are making our voices heard
May the world stop to listen
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ReplyDeletewow, I am impressed and touched by the quality of words use in this article, nice work, very soon those who never spoke will speak and those who never heard will be heard and we will proudly call this place our own. Nice work
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