People say so much, and yet,
Have so little to say;
And when you try to speak on truth,
They then huff, and walk away.
Why should I trust anyone?
And why make any sound?
When my voice leaves on the wind,
Will they care if it is found?
My voice bled into the air.
Got lost: Grew starved and cold;
Which never would have happened,
If they’d have let the truth be told.
So, there’s no use in talking.
Who’s listening anyway?
No one cares if you don’t speak;
They just don’t want you to say,….
Anything to sabotage,
Or divert them away,…
From their mirage.
K. Aldaya, 8/5/20
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