Silence must sometimes rule,
solemn seasons of silence as celibate
lips speak only to soothe and lull.
Times when the ears must be alive,
and the irresponsible tongue chained
behind the resolute calcium walls.
Moments of serenity when peace
speaks sweetly in the melancholy night
and satisfies savage heart’s desires.
Silence must also sometimes cease,
and voices voraciously venture forth
like daring dragons to seize the day.
The serenity blanket covering our discontent
must be torn asunder by the rising swell
billowing from our throats like summer storms
proclaiming our refusal to desist from resistance
and shatter the silent orders of the overlord.
In the face of injustice we cannot stay silent.
Sometimes we must ROAR.