Crime

Crime it is that we need to fight.
To silence those shrieks in the middle of the night.
Ten are stronger than one man's might.
Join hands and strides to trample that path of fright.

Men wronged enough in all the histories they've known.
It is time we paid for all the suffering begone.
Battle the hatred and demolish the spite.
Work in the dark tonight to wake up in a morning bright.

We are stones by hearing - not by heart!
We speak only silence, speak through the art.
Defeaned we are, muted by the God above.
Yet we spread the truth in our language of love!

PS: this was a poem written for a dance drama as an invoice of a group of deaf and dumb people - depicting evil in the society. I stumbled on this and liked it very much.