THE VOICE

THE VOICE What has been silence is now a soft sigh Although not yet words, it’s still a voice It will soon be maturing and have its say And a message shared, come what may Leaving none in doubt, with no choice All to be somehow affected, by and by Ever more deeply, it penetrates the soul A resonance and rhythm, not just sound A certain resolute tone may be detected And yet nothing less was ever expected With vibration in the air and the ground As comprehension is always a final goal Words are just like bullets in the magazine Some fired wildly, others carefully aimed Those who are targeted can gasp and fall Yet some can never even take a hit at all One can be inspired, but others shamed A few may have turned to flee the scene But finally, all the sighs do become quiet All words spoken have played their hand Some voices were softer, but others loud Others to have just got lost in the crowd But a critical few must try to understand With such impact that none can deny it