Tied Tongues

Our voices restrained
we must not to be heard
among the clamouring many
that strain against  shackles
gagged by letters

as with Tiananmen square
and Maguindanao massacre
we see the fires of freedom
though too far away to discern
who is dancing near its warmth

to speak to need
to offer opinions
are not there yet
there are mediums
but the conduits are closed

until the scales are turned
and the palms reaching out
are no more
until the cross reign
with the crescent
we will be forever locked
in this speechless wonder

humans live leaving behind
voices
the orchestras play without
singers
still we hope for chinks
in the armour.

*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*