The Dialogue
This poem should be read as a dialogue, but I will not specify the lines of the two speakers. As you read you will discover the dialogue, and perhaps even come to the conclusion that this poem is really a soliloquy. Enjoy:
The Dialogue
I’m not perfect
But then again who is?
I’m only human
That’s not news, so is every one!
But why am I the only one who sees?
Is it that all are blind?
No! All are silent.
How can they live such silent meaningless lives?
In the matrix?
In the programme?
In the con?
Au contraire they are fighting the enemy just like you.
In silence?
Especially in silence!