It's easier to keep quiet,

To stagger in the dark and hold the peace,

To reduce yourself to a miniscule bit,

That trots and holds when another's breath is loud,

But won't the bitter and the dark grow,

To replace the quiet with the lurking,

The lurking with the dank and dangerous malevolence,

So break that mould and shout,

Your voice, your steps and your life,

To live for yourself, your ancestors and your children.