Where Are The Crowds? Poem by Gerry Legister

This is my heartache,
To be a witness and listen.
The cries, from the heartbreak.
Make the sound on inside pain.

The saddest music of our times.
Drowning out the sound of joy.
A pause breaking up the games.
By negative policies employ.

Where are the crowds?
Feelings able to connect with
They are the drowning cords.
Singing with heartbreak width.

Grab a tissue and press replay.
And bring the beauty back today.