Language Of The Unheard

Courtesy: Newsweek.com
A riot is the language of the unheard. — Martin Luther King Jr.

If I speak my language

Will you turn off

The deliberate attention outage?

Or will the name calling

Kick in so you see an outrage?

So you end up reciprocating

By getting enraged

And summoning police

To forcefully engage?

Mister, if you don't speak

A word of my language

Y'all living in the wrong age

Right now, I'm spying the rain gauge

And it reads, 'A storm is coming.'

The sea of people are a-roaring. 

When we rush in

Like a mighty flood

With our sweat falling

Like great drops of blood,

Because you failed

To hear our voice,

You shall be made

To heed our noise.

If there's one thing impossible

For the unbelieving to drown,

It is the incredible

Stomp of a royally pissed crowd.

We're about to bust that dam

And activate a total deluge

With streams of justice revamped,

Y'all mind's gon' get centrifuged.

We separate wheat from chaff,

 Legit empathy from a laugh

We gon' see eye to eye

On practical issues of life

It don't gatto be do or die

But social injustice is rife

In all crannies of our society.

This is the heat

The hard of hearing

Must be made to feel.

We ignoring the hating n' inequality

Too long it's starting to congeal.

We must adopt a language

That will place folks of all race

On the same page.

Akpan