The Warning of the Voiceless

Don’t think you can hit me

and won’t be hit back;

because I can’t move my limbs

as freely as you can move yours;

because a protesting voice I lack.

There’s someone standing behind me

Who can give you a mighty whack!

I’ve wished to be your friend always;

nay, I’ve always been your brother.

I’ve always loved and supported you

without counting the cost, ever.

But, you’d be an enemy rather;

you cause me pain in all you do,

forgetting we are born of one Father.

You twist my arms, rob me of my joy;

you go on to axe me and mutilate.

With deafening noise you jump in glee,

compelling birds and animals to flee.

The horrible way you celebrate;

you think you are civilized while

you pollute my home, on me you urinate.

Don’t think you will go unpunished;

don’t presume you’ll not get back your blow.

You’ve got to reap what you sow.

My revenge doesn’t make a sound,

but it unmistakably falls hard and slow.

I’m a part of the ruthlessly just Eternal Karma

Hard you might try, you can’t escape my law!

P.S. – Who is the speaker of the poem? O gentle and wise reader, I leave it to you to guess; for you might see a person or a living being around you, who is as defenseless or voiceless as the speaker of the poem.

By Xavier Bage

July 4, 2014