Make a note to mark the place
something referenced afterward
when the world has revolved
and still the cause pushes on
add to the stack of lettered screams
so many stating a need for change
yet the pile will surely grow
with additions stacking on
without regard for lunacy
the same repeated once again
please don't fret if this is so
even angels are laid low
just remind the deaf self
something more may be done
announced by notes from the heart
perhaps one day they'll be heard.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190405.
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