On Persuasion

My mouth was molded the wrong way:
short, dull, flat, and ineffective.
A useful tool for transmitting mere whispers
may as well be shut in the midst of a crowd.
What I desire is the beak of a heron:
long, sharp, nuanced, and loud.
A harpoon to capture the hearts of those in view,
so the travesties of today can be brought to light.