The Vanity of Tears - a pictorial poem by T Newfields

Bill: There's something of a poem here, but it seems lost.
Gus: All words become lost soon enough, yet even silence speaks.
Nadya: What a wimpy view!
Liao: No. It's better to affirm what's right than whimper about what's amiss . . .
Nadya: (shaking her head) Huh? What are we talking about?