Why whimper,
When we can cry out in pain?
Why whisper,
When we can shout it out?
Why are we afraid of prisons,
When we are already serving lifetime sentences?
Why are we afraid of death,
When we are already the walking dead?
As for me, I will write these words down in ink
Until it sinks into the drawers of your head
And the city has run out of pens, pencils and paper.