Silence speaks through indifference,
silence speaks through pain,
and silence speaks where words fail,
in the millionaire’s mansion or the jail.
I know of men who should speak
but they choose to relax their jaw,
sometimes they make a peace,
sometimes they make a war,
sometimes they keep silent
because to speak they do not dare,
they can create an atom bomb,
while sitting in a rocking chair.
I have heard silence screaming
in asylums and in walls,
where children wait in silence
until a lone tear falls.
My life has seen the mighty come and go without a sound,
and I’ve heard the dying labourer, under his breath say,
“don’t let the bastards get you down!”