Quiet
not
the
raging mouths that scream
differently
tuned
songs,
which burst
with
conviction, with outrage,
with
words you’ve
never held
between
skull and teeth.
Living
words (and people) will
not
be muzzled
without
cruelty (or war)--
unsaid
words
fight
to become.
Let
them
(we
must)
be
something,
do
something,
say
something...
or
lose
everything.
The
Scream, by Edvard Munch
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #143: What Makes You Scream?)
