If Fish Could Scream

We live in twilight,

We do,

All of us who stay silent about these things,

All of us who never speak up and say it’s wrong,

So another one of us is taken from the river of life,

And we thank the heavens that it wasn’t our turn,

Not today, at least,

Not this time,

But someday soon, because we never spoke up,

It will be our turn,

And as the hook silently spears our mouths,

We’ll forever wish

That fish could scream. 

bobby stevenson 2015