Klat
These days I've been
listening
to the ache
and heart break.
It is real,
but it is also
undoing.
I hear people
go around and
round the
same subject
but never
really give
thoughts or
hope to
change.
People talk,
they talk and talk,
for hours,
days,
years,
but to what
result?
I listen because I want to know
what to do,
what to change.
I wish others
would to.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world