If I explode with rage What difference would it make Laughing in the face of of adversity Would I be any safer Cry in pools of sorrow Would I be noticed and supported through it If I was invisible To eye and to ear If I were to shout and not be heard Screaming from the bottom of my lungs My distress falls unnoticed Frustration about injustice Concern for others Caring and humanity What does it matter If I am to be perceived as a silent voice by Those who do not listen Beauty IS visible The splendour of the natural world Imaginations captured By the simplest flowering plant Explosions of colour Cannot be ignored Seen by all Or Heard by those who listen As the owl announces her location The free, unchanged rural world She soars above our prison Miles from Cardboard cities Famine, Death Wars and Crime Hidden from view By apathy and disbelief The beggar Cup outstretched Pennies for food Under bridges ...