There are times when we feel <br />we have no voice <br />we are suffocated by circumstances. <br />Our voice is lost in the void; <br />we wander with eyes open <br />and no mouth for things to say. <br />Those around us are oblivious <br />that our presence is near. <br />We are invisible <br />with only our ears to hear. <br />We have no voice to shout our protests clear, <br />no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear. <br />Our voice is silenced by circumstances <br />some of which we do not understand. <br />We have no voice today or tomorrow, <br />and even if we had a voice <br />would it be heard? <br />Would our words fall <br />on vacant and deaf ears? <br />The question remain unanswered <br />for around us silence reins. <br />Silent as our protests <br />and frustration is all we gain. <br />One day our gag maybe lifted, <br />but will it be too late. <br />There maybe no one around us <br />and our anger will be lost, <br />lost in the silence when no one is there. <br />We can only hope that one day <br />when the silence clears <br />our voice among the millions <br />will finally be heard. <br /> <br /> <br />15 September 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-voice-3/
