February 24, 2008


Do we speak for the voiceless
With our coated and cloaked, hollow words?
Do we speak for the downtrodden
Who feel the weight of humanity on their throats?
Do we speak for the children
Not yet able to form words
Trying to make themselves heard through gurgles and burps?
Do we speak for humanity itself
On a treadmill to extinction
Repeating histories lessons blindly
Unwilling to take responsibility for the actions of a few?

Who do we speak for?

Are the we the seers and seekers
The dreamers and believers
Who have the answers to the unspoken questions?

Do we somehow see into the soul of truth
And paint its mirror-image with our words?

If not, then who speaks for them?
If so, who speaks for us?

1 comment:

phomolo said...

Over this past weekend, I asked my girlfriend to describe her understanding of 'a soul.' She said,'a soul is one's definition of life[as they perceive it]. As poets and writers, we are moved to articulate what we see and hear, smell and taste, touch and feel. We grapple with concretising our thoughts and visions - in attempt to make sense of our reality/ies.