My silence is my undoing
It reveals that I am weak
I am so often silent
That people think I am meek
I see an ugly bully
Shouting at his wife
I quieten down my conscience
And carry on with life
I watch a baby totter
And inevitably take a fall
While her maid is busy chatting
On a continuous video call
What is it that binds me
Why am I so quiet
Is it that I value tolerance
Or feel that might is right?
People riding rough shod
And behaving like a lord,
Don’t they have a conscience
And fear the wrath of God?
Why am I so silent
Why do I feel shame
And I so weak and useless
Why are these excuses lame…