No Matter How Small

I’m sorry for the tone, of late.
It’s tiring, decrying hate,
And likely tiresome as well
But ever since the hammer fell
And Trump ascended to the throne
I’ve told myself my voice alone
Won’t make a difference, but that I
Should not interpret that: Don’t try.
The Whos that only Horton hears
In Dr. Seuss’ book reached ears
Besides the elephant’s when they
Cried all together, so, okay,
I’ll keep on shouting, We are here!
A waste? Perhaps, but it’s sincere.


About Michael

Silliness is good
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2 Responses to No Matter How Small

  1. Words are never wasted, they just need a little help airing 😉

  2. Judy says:

    Michael, you speak for so many. Please keep it up.

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