The language of the weak and the strong. The language of patriots and lovers. The language of the agonizing soul when it is gagged. The language of felicitation upon victory. The language of hope and search for peace during anxious times.
Poetry is beautiful when advancing the causes of peace, love and stability.
The heart often speaks. The sound of poetry deafens the arrogant souls, shakes the stone-hearted and soothes the kind and the voiceless. In struggle it is a piercing sound. In peace it is a sensation like no other sensation. Speak up my folks.