By: Briana Wasil
There’s a world full of noises that hit us,
Like a tide coming back into shore
A constant war to see which is loudest,
To make sure their voice has the floor
Platforms to
Release revolutions,
Open opportunities,
Feed falsities,
Obliterate options,
Unveil unity,
Notice nations
Dream havens.
The profoundness to
Sink in our souls.
Multitudes of speakers
Facing allies and foes
Currents that send events
Hailing the world
Answers that scream in ascent
Nations being hurled
Numerous sounds that are present
Everything becomes uncurled
Longing and left with the note of
Silence;