Silent move the meek docile lambs, <br />Behind the shepherd to be huddled inside. <br />Food and shelter is all they need, <br />And abide to be sheared with no trace of dissent. <br /> <br />Silent are the beasts that trot along, <br />Miles on end through rugged roads, <br />Blissfully ignorant of what awaits, <br />They stagger lamely to the slaughter house. <br /> <br />Mournful is the silence of the slaves, <br />Flogged and beaten to bear the yoke, <br />Stifled is their cry within the throats, <br />Never once let out to break the calm around. <br /> <br />Heart rending is the silence of the dumb, <br />Trying in vain to utter fleeting thoughts, <br />Through signs and gestures crude to view, <br />Lisping and blabbering in broken sounds. <br /> <br />Fierce is the silence that lingers on, <br />The ones subdued under stark threat of life, <br />Gagged and tied unable to moan or move, <br />While looted of all that is hoarded in life. <br /> <br />Woeful is the silence that befalls, <br />On the man who watches and pass unmindful, <br />An innocent, brutally hunted down, <br />Bathed in blood and pleading to be saved. <br /> <br />Cruel turns the silence of the one, <br />Who neither accedes nor dissents, <br />The anguished plea of the devout lover, <br />To bind the hearts and share the life. <br /> <br />Venerable is the silence of the monk, <br />Who withdraws into his cloistered cell, <br />To commune with the Benign Power within, <br />In a language not audible to anyone around. <br /> <br />Silence turns golden for the sober man, <br />Who remains sedate when taunted or abused, <br />And shuts his mouth with great restraint, <br />To prevent a brawl from brewing up. <br /> <br />Silent lies the dead, beneath the sod, <br />Actors who once rocked the stage, <br />They exited out from this turbulent world, <br />To be shrouded within the dark crevices still. <br /> <br />Graver is the silence of those alive, <br />Who stay cocooned within their impenetrable self, <br />Never responding to Time’s clarion call, <br />To wake up and rout the belligerent troupes around.<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-that-speaks/
