*who's Listening... Poem by Linda Moore
*who's Listening...
As consistently a small voice implores, and indecision looms
Loudly, the Crowd roars, pompous intellect booms
Deafening the chatter, intuition yet persistent
All else is of no matter, truth is near not distant
Victims of group-think... Typical. Truth is egg on the face. Too late. But it was always near. Good write. Cheers. Subroto
yes, i agree with Yoonoos here.A very significant write. And this deserve a good rating.
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4/25/2024 5:15:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Congratulations on the double rhymes. You take us on a tour, in and out and about but end with the truth.