Speaking out from the heart
I was there. Students were there. Staff were there. Alumni were there. We were all there at the Speakout. All at once it had begun. The mass of people stood encircling me. I was the first speaker, my voice about to be amplified fifty fold by the surrounding crowd. The blood thudding in my chest, I bellowed the first line of my poem-cum-speech.
“Hello Melbourne Uni Council!”
The surge of soundwaves bombarded the Administration building behind to us, the tremble leaving my legs and entering the air around us. I continued,
“Your investments are real doubtful
I've come to this Speakout
To have a bellow and a shout
So clean out your oily ears
And listen to our growing fears
To stop the might of future plight
You must join in the fight
Let's do it, let's divest
And with salvation we will be blessed.”
I finished my poem to applause, I felt energised, a member of a powerful choir. A choir striving for a better world. We were a choir that wanted Divestment. The old University walls are thick but I’m sure some inside were moved by our impassioned calls.
One after another we entered the circle, turned the human mic on and spoke with heart, intelligence, creativity and deep thought. Hope bloomed and bloomed again! We roared until our throats cracked and our ears rung with inspiration and courage.
Once we were finished we ate delicious rice paper rolls and listened to clever divestment songs. We talked, we packed up, and we debriefed. I left knowing that I was far from alone in this campaign.
The Speakout was a roaring success, and I can't wait for the next one...
By Darcy Poulton