They say that empty barrels
Make the loudest noise.
It’s often those who’ve lost their voice
Most desperate to shout.
You can not buy the silence
Of those who will not speak
Hear their silent screaming
Their rising fit of pique.
Hear the barrels jarring
Down the bumpy road
If you don’t hear them complaining
Just wait till they implode.
It’s not the silken voices
That strike the loudest notes
A noise will pierce the silence
The quiet ones in revolt.
It’s so hard to reason
With those who will not speak
It’s hard to turn a barrel round
That’s rolling down the street.
From my new collection on Wattpad- Male, Pale and Stale
Andrew Green's Poems 
This really spoke to me. What an interesting metaphor. I especially liked these lines,
“They say that empty barrels
Make the loudest noise.
It’s often those who’ve lost their voice
Most desperate to shout.”
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i will surely revisit this poem as your words resonate with a few things i have been reading in the past few weeks. we have a similar saying in Malaysia, where i come from about the empty barrels but it refers to those with limited or lack of knowledge. so it was interesting that you allude it to those who have lost their voice. a very reflective poem for me.thank you for sharing at the cafe!
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