Unmute
In all the squares people’s lips are moving.
They make no sound.
I shout at them,
announce the deaths of children,
tally the starving millions,
document the fool’s postures,
chat about those imprisoned without cause.
bemoan the dismissal of excellence,
list the lost futures—
raise the hand icon over and over.
Do they only see my lips moving?
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The deafening silence indeed. It’s always to good to really your insightful poetry.
Meant to say “read” your poetry. Where are you this year?
Linda, thanks! I am in my home in Alburquerque.
Yes , Linda brought this one to my attention. Yes, a zoom dysfunction that makes one wonder who’s hosting and why does it seem that the balanced thoughtful are all muted.
Well penned and yes, thank you for sharing.
Ahhh, floated between Rome’s squares and Zoom’s.
Interesting…
Wow.
Powerful work!
Thank you for this.
This is powerful, Greg. If Zoom hasn’t done anything else for us, it made this poem possible!