The world of an ugliness would

shout a desire to be heard.

Or would that be a passion,

so many might say its origin

comes from years of repression.

Not to be confused with oppression,

a different set of variables.

Nonetheless a phenomena needs

to be recognized by society as a whole.

We are living in a petri dish,

vulnerable to the hands and fingers

of anyone allowed access.

What happens tomorrow and the next day,

ought not change in a hundred years.

We might rather the quiet be given a voice.