Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Voices


Voices
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Twenty-five million  people 
Wandering on this rock
Each looking at glowing boxes
Not talking  to each other
Doubtful if they have voices
Someday I hope the power dies
The boxes stop with their  glow
People say ‘hello, how are you doin’
And for the first time in a long time
The boxes will be thrown in the trash
And voices will finally fill the air
Just the way they should be

© Poem – VI/XV/MMXXII
LRET


 

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