Jonathan Elliott Poet Prose Poetry

Control

They think they control
the minutes and seconds 
of each day,

that we are merely their subjects
on the timeline of infinity,

and they believe in their profits
and will fight for them,
I accept that, I expect them to,

when we speak, they record it
as sound, but they do not listen to us
for some reason, they are told
that the record is to painful,

so our cries are unheard.

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