Klat

These days I've been 

listening

to the ache 

and heart break.

It is real,

but it is also

undoing.

I hear people

go around and

round the

same subject

but never

really give

thoughts or

hope to

change.

People talk,

they talk and talk,

for hours,

days,

years,

but to what 

result?

I listen because I want to know

what to do,

what to change.

I wish others

would to.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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