Poetry Speaks for the Weak

When voices become silent,
When gestures can't express,
And when the heart is resilient
Poetry speaks without stress

When thoughts stumble and crumble,
Cos, hope melts like thin sheets of ice
Poetry speaks without mumble
And such keeps you on the rise

When time change the seasons,
And when dreams remain in their realms,
Poetry speaks but with reasons
Reprinting the lost films in gleams

When the strong become weak,
When the rich become poor
And when the great ones fall,
Poetry speaks with visions

When what's lost is found,
When dreams become reality
Poetry speaks in clear sounds
Sending you miles from agility

When the strong dominate,
And survival lingers on fitness,
Poetry speaks for the weak
And it defends the meek