This world is full of resonances to hear,
Too many sounds, far and near,
But people listen to what brings cheer,
Only the voices that are clear.
But what about the silent screams inside?
Screams meant to be heard, not to hide.

People see these screams as a mark of shame,
But what about the victim’s name?
How selfish the world grows day by day,
Calling themselves open-minded, yet nothing to say.
Those screams are the most fractured and blurred,
It feels like someone’s being tortured.
Screams are meant to be heard, not ignored,
But what if they’re left unexplored?

It’s my request: don’t ignore these silent screams,
Even if they disturb your dreams.
I know you won’t speak up or take a stand,
Until the pain is in your loved ones' hand.