Necessity's Tongue

Our voices cascade, as they must
When bloody stars press up,
Up against the glass
Like a song swelling up in our throats
Morning wind is blowin'
Yeah, it’s blowin' in fast
Nothing can silence us
Now that the time
For singing has come
No one can still
The stirring of Necessity’s Tongue
They grow deaf one sound at a time
Those who pretend
They pretend not to hear
Those who defend the song of life
Are growing
New throats and new ears
Nothing can silence us
Now that the time
For singing has come
No one can still
The stirring of Necessity’s Tongue
(dedicated to Brazilian poet Thiago de Mello and oppressed people everywhere)