Many Friends Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Friends.

It was running wild, running through the house, unstoppable.
Down the road it ran... filling cities and town with a quiet scream.
What is happening, no one asked; people just stood there
and questions were not answered.

Rain was, a whisper on your umbrella, so what is new baby?
How should I know... the new thing was the world had
fallen silent, humanity had to listen to the world’s voice.
It was then, a small nation, that doesn’t follow rules, decided
to dropp a bomb, that stunned the globe into hush.

Silence, silence do not open your mouth and express an opinion
less a written word will appear on your screen...forever
screaming noiselessly into your ear: you must not have
a view contrary to the mainstream. And the big silence will
overshadow our life and reduce it to baby picture on
the facebook a place where you sold your soul in order to
have 7234 friends.