To the illiterate,
How does it feel to be in a closed cabinet?
To know what others are saying,
Yet not the words which are revealing.
How many books have you run from?
Pages of unturned conundrum…
Words are powerful,
You can feel pain through words.
From writing a letter,
With such anger.
Reading in silence,
Such beneficence.
To the illiterate,
I pray that you become literate.
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