An inspiration of words, whispered one last time; for a crowd of mouths to listen.

An inspiration of sound, screamed with passed-on passion; for one to know, and many to hear.

Words speaking for themselves, fluent in rules that we do not mention; leave us with the choice that we have already made.

Spoken with a keyboard, we stand boldly for all that we know is flawed.

Spoken with words, silent shouts; Ignored but not unheard.

Where have we misplaced our right and wrong, all jumpled in with the rest. So different yet said the same.

Words have power, and we have potential. Weak or strong opinions, they will measure us with their ears, hearing more than what was said.

Say what they want to hear, and all will listen.

All can be made strong with powerful words, out for the grabbing of diverse intentions.