Independent
with nothing buckled down
voices clash in debate-angry
lured into playground fury
independent thought spinning the air
overlapping like the puzzle pieces of poetry
words in a labyrinth
voices of proclamation
boundary pushing
clashing against a wall of not listening
when independent thought trumpets its sheen of
self creation
but looses itself
in the formless rage of "I am right"
justification
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2023
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