If I spoke with hysterical authority,
held firm with fragile voice,
shattered the glass of your skull
screeching banshee screams
despite nothing really being dead,
would you change.
Could my voice be enough
to show you the fragmented reflection
your kind has made me.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
I think there are too many of that “kind”… alas they will probably hear, but I doubt they will listen…
The good thing is that they don’t know what they are missing.
People will hear and will listen. But will they take it to heart? Will they learn? I don’t think so.
People may listen, but they hear what they want to hear. What’s happening in our country is proof of that.
Oh, I can hear those “banshee screams” Carol. Sometimes it feels like we are screaming into a void, with only echoes in response. I felt this, deeply.
That’s such a powerful oxymoron, Carol, ‘hysterical authority’, especially when juxtaposed with ‘fragile voice’. I’m not sure if voice is ever enough.
Away with that kind, I say. A pox on them for leaving us as fragmented reflections! No doubt they will not hear.
I get a visual of a mouse screaming at a tiger — just before the tiger eats it. Better to get away and reconstitute…
Hear me roar! Sounds like righteous anger Carol. Potent poem!
If you raise your voice will others listen, will they open their eyes to the changing world. I fear they will not but hope your voice will make them squirm.
“If I spoke with hysterical authority, held firm with fragile voice,” – Nice balance of language and imagery!
I think they lack ears…(K)
Oh I like the contrasts and variety of voices that you use here. I feel the desperation of not being heard. Even worse..not being felt or understood. Fear builds walls.