A Voice

I am but a single, small voice

In a chaotic ocean of noise.

I click out my little missives

About justice and meaning

And fling my words out into the Universe

Cold, empty, and uncaring.

And yet there is power here

The power of words in the right place

And the ones unafraid to speak.

We mock those in control

Who have no control over themselves.

I offer the truth as I see it

And suggest you seek Enlightenment.

Nothing more.

I am but a single, small voice.

 

 

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