Amidst today’s wars and conflicts over identity, it is important to remember how and why we act out as a group. We are proud to broadcast our voice on behalf of those who are unable or censored. The following poem is about that voice, and the importance of protest in today’s age, even if it isn’t well received by the audience that we’re addressing. To speak out is, after all, a human right in and of itself:
Wailing
My wailing voice is little else
Than chirp into a gale.
I can’t be heard, so in distress,
I wail and wail and wail
Then wail some more (for all it’s worth)
For my wail must leave some mark?
I’ll light a flimsy candle, struck
To wail against the dark.