She spoke in calm eloquence
Her voice conveyed her message
Pieced together thoughts
Presented in ease to understand
But they heard nothing but a murmur
As a murmur is easy to ignore
She spoke as indigenous and migrant
Her voice describing her thoughts
As a refugee, an inhabitant, a citizen
She told of hate and of hope
But her voice passed them by
For not noticing makes it easy to ignore
She spoke in many languages and dialects
Her voice not wavering in her defiance
From mountain tops to valleys In races and faiths and ethnicities
Her voice echoed to accelerate
To action the deafness prevailing In the chambers and offices and streets
For her voice will be heard.