The unspoken
The masses unrelenting,
dictating thoughts.
Think?
No.
Stop.
Listen and follow.
Follow my command.
Who are you?
Me?
I am you.
You are we.
There is no I.
Only the shapeless
transient We
What about My…
No yours.
Just
We, Ours,
Them, Theirs.
Listen, don’t speak.
Speak, be unheard
Listen.
Hear that?
No?
Perfect.