Open your mouth for the mute, for the rights of all the unfortunate. Open your mouth, judge righteously, and defend the rights of the afflicted and needy.
For the last twelve hours or more I’ve had one phrase of a song ringing through my head, courtesy of my my mother’s assiduous listening to the Physics Songbag in the van on the way to school during my childhood:
You won’t get my attention, you won’t get my applause/
’Til you learn a little something about Newton and his laws./
No matter what you say or do, you won’t get through to me/
Until you learn about old Newton’s one-two-three.