Voiceless

We are one word:

Voiceless.

And though we cannot speak,

We see. We see you

Do the things you think that no one sees you do

Today, tomorrow, week by week,

We hear you speak.

Though we have not the voice to stand against

You, what you do,

The lying, cheating, shouting, selling fear and hate,

All while we hear,

Remembering the lies and hate you've already dispensed,

Is not what we shall tolerate.

We are not weak.

We do not fear.

We each shall stand

And raise our hand

And challenge all your lies

And fight for what is true.

It is the voiceless who are strong

Enough to look you in the eye.

We know you’re wrong.

And while you lie

To us, it is the one who silently defies

Your voice,

And we shall choose.

Our choice

is not you. Never you.

This time you lose.

You do not stand by what you do,

You are as worthless as your word,

And we’re not here to ask

Politely, that you step away,

Or make a fuss,

But take to task

Your sheepish herd,

Because today belongs to us,

The Voiceless.

It ends today.

So we will stand and not abate,

And later will relate

The tale of what occurred

The day we stood our ground;

At last we found

That in the end, our throats did make a sound.

 

We are no longer Voiceless.

And we will be heard.