Flyers and posts flutter in the wind,
discarded on the streets
where once thousands walked
wanting to be seen and heard.
Voices loud and soft,
screaming and shouting,
terse or gentle.
All with one message.
All with one purpose.
Speaking as one voice,
demanding, wanting, commanding,
urgency resonating from their core.
All wanting to make a change
in that single moment of time.
But then,
the moment passes.
Crowds disperse.
The noise dims.
Strewn rubbish in the streets
blows into different corners.
The urgency of the cause
getting washed up in the
normality of life.
Where voices fade into oblivion
and the urgency dissipates,
the messages become weak and forgotten.
And I stand all alone
where others once stood,
shoulder to shoulder,
fighting for a cause,
fighting for change and action.
But no more.
The comrades are gone.
Forged friendships are broken.
A black void forms.
Everything now stands still,
and nothing changes.
I am still the lone figure
in this static world,
fixed in its place
by the constructs of society.
©Kiran Kumar 19th July 2022
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Kiran Kumar
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