ANECDOCHE

On tempered screens or gorilla glasses
Index fingers run sprints
Me and my is the loud cry
Effusive welcomes and apple pies
Crossing lines thick and thin
Stand-ups sometimes stepping in
I think
I, I, I, I…think.
InMyHonestOpinion, they say
my opinion.
ANECDOCHE

Fifteen-year-olds in archaic folds
Hold their stances
close, so close
Forty-year-olds get busy
writing dogmas on walls
of homes.
InMyHonestOpinion, they say
my opinion.
ANECDOCHE

Governments ramble on
AirPods adorn their ears
Noise cancellation is the thing
That citizen protests are made of.
InMyHonestOpinion, they say
my opinion.
ANECDOCHE

On screens and roads
In parliaments and homes
Running mouths, clogged ears.
InMyHonestOpinion
my opinion.
ANECDOCHE

In the midst of this chaos
I rub my sanity against poetry
Spill the ink as they bury
Stocky fingers in their ears
Throwing up heaps and heaps
of incoherent words
While a lilting rhyme turns
dervishes into poets.
That’s how ‘poetry matters’
To shut out the
ANECDOCHE.

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