You'll Have To Speak Up

The world and it's lifeforms cry
'Incongruous me!' and 'Woe am I"
Claws and fangs and canine hearts,
Anxious ends, painstaking starts.

Agony drowned by rising hope,
Crawling, not wanting to mope,
Paint us into your portraits,
Of springs and leaking faucets.

Will we learn from mistakes?
Of every smoke that rises,
A warning call, an alarming bell
Caged inhabitants reeking in our shells.

Though eloquent, your speech rots
In minds occupied by Deception spots
Inept souls craving the random,
A wayward, haphazard freedom.

Seat yourselves, the Speaker's here,
Attach yourselves and draw near.
Break down your walls of glass,
Attempts to fail and not to pass.