Voiceless

 

Who has no voice

Has had it taken away

 

We cry when born

We speak into the world

 

Who might grab that

With metal hands

And plastic intention

Abducting

Our first talent

 

Who has nothing

Will take yours, take

Mine

 

Save for the parable

And prophecy of Nathan

In which one who has

Too much

Takes more

 

Takes yours, takes mine

 

C L Couch

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