Peaceful Protest

I cannot protest your lips

Too soft to touch

Too rough in speech to stay my hand.

I cannot protest your eyes

Too bright for evening stars

Too dark for midday prayers.

I cannot protest your fingers

Too empty to feel my wounds

Too full to fill my heart.

I cannot protest your mind

Too vast to travel this life

Too enclosed to stray at all.

I cannot protest your heart

Too joyful for the rich

Too mournful for the common man.

I cannot protest your tongue

Too lithe to control

Too clumsy now to teach.

I cannot protest your arms

Too tight to hold me dear

Too loose to let me free. 

I cannot protest

I may not even try

I cannot protest

Until the day I die.