Voices! !

Voices! Stand! Speak Truth To Power!

My voice,
Inside walls of stone, broke,
Fell apart, dropped down
Unheard. My dog and
I vaulted the wall, its grove,
Unlike stones, alive and green,
Waving in synchronicity blessed
By wind's wafting. Unnerved,
It was always so.

I spoke
Again, and again my voice
Whisked away to leaves and limbs,
Wisps floating down to barren
Ground. My little dog sensed
Fear in belly, agony of heart,
My very soul lapsing under
Strain of needing to be
Heard. And yet unnerved,
It has always been so.

A friend
Joined step and voice,
Making us two, till more came.
Then more. Hundreds and
Thousands and thousands,
More than thousands on town
Greens, nation's Mall, old
Village squares across the
Global world of voices,
Where all of us stood hushed
As one, as if waiting for the cue.

We raised
Our joined, single voice
In thunder clap after clap,
Booming and rolling on and again,
Reverberating in discharge, as
Only lightning-struck thunder can.
Voices of the world in unison
Smashed stone walls, blew
Down trees, down deep at
Roots. We sensed, animals and
People alike, we had at
last been heard. Nerved,
It had never been so.

Silence splashed
Like rain, washed down on all
Our voices. All the world of us.
We stood together across our
Greens and squares and groves,
Along our stone walls, stood
Still together, waiting, praying,
Waiting.

A voice whined,
The lie in the tin of the voice thin,
Tilted to the side like its head,
Tiny, jerked by shrugs of shoulders,
All performed on cue,
Haltingly, hauntingly.
"I won't be budged.
I am the decision maker.
Just give war a chance.
Let it be so.
Let The Surge be so."

Our voices,
Turbid yet not willing
To let it be so, yelled
Out for the flash and roar
Of lightnings and thunders,
From out that turgid silence,
Undaunted, one lone Voice asked,
"But what about the blunders?"

The Vice's voice
Prompting loud from out of sight,
Behind the tinny one.
And yet, and yet from on high,
It spat from mouth's twisted sneer,
"Hogwash!
Let there be War."