This poem is a meditation on the overzealous “we are defined by actions” crowd and the oft underappreciated power of words.
Speech Less
They tolled us
In know uncertain terms
Words are useless
We are measured by our actions
So we followed them
To learn more such wiz dumb
Speech less
In their presents
Amen of letters
No reading aloud
In their silent study
Books banned awe to gather
For good measure
Halving left what is write
If you want to know Jack
No need to listen
To mere cymbals of action
For mime is the king dumb, the power, and the glory!
Like wise
What is hear but action
Allot of shit happened
And I gotta good look at their tales
As well
None the less
I couldn’t say
