Restless Dwellers Poem by Madrason .

Today the only ones that talk are birds
dogs, cats, butterflies and humble bees
people don't …..talk just stumble about
they murmur and gossip and brag
and drag a short story long till it breaks
but have none or a very short memory
the cricket is greeting the sun
the sparrows are dancing for a moon
the reed is singing to the country
and raindrops are composing a myriad of songs
but People have lost their tongues
they like you or thumb you down
for they love false prophets who will guide
who will help them flock far away, astray
from belief that the world is an enigma
as life is a companion on it's many roads
NO, we don't accept creditcards
we want cash or points or ciphers on the screen
we've lost the gentle sounds in our voices
and expect anyone to understand us instantly
for we are those restless dwellers with no true destiny. M