Violence in silence starts the Quiet Riots, as the muted have disputed and sewn their mouths shut. Never again to ask them why, when or what?

They Gesture in distress like the Jester in fine dress, as he dances for his love, the princess. The sounds of joy once filled our hearts, now emptied by its beats. Stop us from speaking until we are well spoken, lock us inside , keep us inline, as the whispers have awoken.