Voiceless

"While many are silenced by authority, some are voiceless as they have no courage to protest. But some prefer voicelessness for convenience sake which is a graver offence" ~ By Poet In a world of much noise and cacophony Some are fated to remain voiceless, Due to reasons forced or voluntary. Raising no protest, they yield to their fate Watch the meek docile lambs that move, Behind the shepherd to be huddled inside Food and shelter are all they need, And they abide to be shorn with no dissent. Silent are the beasts that trot along, Miles on end through rugged tracks. Blissfully ignorant of what awaits, They stagger lamely to the slaughterhouse. Mournful is the voicelessness of the slaves, Flogged and beaten to bear the yoke, Stifled is the cry within their throats, Never once let out to break the calm Heart rending is the voicelessness of the dumb, Trying in vain to utter fleeting thoughts, Through signs and gestures crude to view, Lisping and blabbering in broken sounds. Fierce is the silence that lingers on, The ones subdued under stark threat of life, Gagged and tied unable to moan or move, While looted of all that is hoarded in life. Silence turns golden for the sober man, Who remains sedate when taunted or abused And shuts his mouth with great restraint, To prevent a brawl from brewing up Voiceless lies the dead beneath the sod, Actors who once rocked the stage, They exited out from this turbulent world, To be shrouded within crevices dark.