Voice Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

Even if you cry gently gently
And fill the bucket with a million tears

Even if you talk like a Parrott
From morning till night

Even if you argue like cats and dogs
And complain like a plaintiff seeking justice

They still will not listen to you
Your complaints are
Thrown into the river

Your voice is swallowed
By the roaring lion
In the Forest

You do not have a voice
The PVC is your voice
Your voice is your vote
Your vote is your power.