Treasure Island

Alessandra Liverani

(Wollongong, Australia)

Which Voice?


In English, we have a choice
Between the active and passive voice
'I am in control' is on the go
'I am not being controlled' is rather slow

A person who is not addicted
Would see themselves clearly depicted
As not being controlled, the passive voice
That’s how they’d see it, if they had the choice

To see it otherwise would assume
And already I sense impending doom
That there was something to be controlled
A zone to constantly patrol

An enemy to continually fight
A monster to battle with all your might
Sit back, put your feet up and relax
Passivity can be the sharpest axe

Submitted: Sunday, February 06, 2005
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