In frustration the voice of Silence speaks;
pestered out of exile by louder mouths;
cannoned by paternalistic might
into fields of feisty battle;
invited to defend itself against
the din of popular culture
Cease for once your boasting,
burbling, infernal blasting.
Cease your wrangling, warbling,
Silence has a point to make.
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