Rasp

 Sing in rasp

Whispers or shouts

Silence is its own language

With a flick of tongue

What will be sung

Blues for the empowered

Takes a beating

For those who haven't cowered 

They'll hear our voice

Were there ever options?

A choice?

Will we bear fruit

For these efforts

Or is the progression to indulge

old man, beer gut, bulge

 hitting the proverbial confetti

Let's hope our creativity runs steady

try my best to keep it simple

Don't dig to deep

Conundrums result of issue sums

Though we'll shatter our way

Continue to follow through.