We shout at them
believing they will care
if we can only be heard.
When alas, we learn
we are the deaf and they
are really the blind.
It is us who does not speak
their language
and it is them
who cannot read our lines.
They are the exotic fruit
We are the pit within
Both picked from the same tree
Both to be devoured
in the belly of the same beast…
2009 © TS
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