Am I that dial on the big radio where
I tune in sounds of the world out there
frequencies bellowing and biting
expanding while fighting in the blare

noises sharp like at a cricket’s social
others are whispering perhaps ill advised
sounding sweet but brooding deep
can these all hold up once analyzed

I dial up some voices that are searing
they rip through the air with cries too loud
like sirens causing fears as they are nearing
while bad actors get shielded by a crowd

I wonder what I’m made of
am I young or am I old
plastic, or metal alloy
easily bent, sterling or gold

Does any of that matter
start remembering at your core
you are as qualified as your neighbor
to know what you are here for

Sirens may be at the pass
do not listen to their lies
they were never built to last
now we’ve learned we must be wise

Listen carefully, ear to the rail
its the truth you’re waiting for
nothing short of that will do
dial in listening demanding more