I Know Why a Dumb Fights For Freedom of Speech

The man of eloquence With all the aptness of words And craft of speech Silently sits on the fence Holding his tongue tight And see the fun when tasteless Jokes being cracked upon The poor, weak and downtrodden. But the dumb knows Neither rest nor respite Until he shoots his shouts Throws his disgust and anger Through the language of his body With the help of gesture Against the filth, lies Deception and injustice of an oppressor The man of rhetoric As if he knows neither the value Or the power of his logic His being mute is conspicuously inauspicious As if he never joined to earn The right of freedom of speech Whereas, the dumb man Knows the meaning of sound The value of the words So he tries to articulate them With utmost care and sincerity Whenever he sees a slightest opportunity Against an unjust or a wrong As he knows speech is a special gift Either from nature or from god . But the man with gift of the gab Wastes it when he holds his piece Or misuses it when he spreads Hatred and blatant lies in fear, in greed.