Open Mic Night

Here's the first in what I hope will be a serious of posts kind of spread throughout what I write. I understand that, you know, sooner or later you'll get sick of just hearing my thoughts so here's a piece from a friend.

It's a piece by Margaret Atwood, a Canadian poet, and has no title. It has a marked political slant but I get the feeling there's more to it than meets the eye.

We hear nothing these days
from the ones in power

Why talk when you are a shoulder
or a vault

Why talk when you are
helmeted with numbers

Fists have many forms;
a fist knows what it can do

without the nuisance of speaking:
it grabs and smashes.

From those inside or under
words gush like toothpaste.

Language, the fist
proclaims by squeezing
is for the weak only.

-Margaret Atwood

Discuss.