We used to listen to each other,
even within, now we’re all
cleaned out, we don’t know
who’s talking among the
Pied Pipers telling us lies,
it’s been a lifetime we moved
our tongues in time.
We look at the photos from
where we had already been,
the colors in our faces are
rubbed off, we look so pale.
Few are left from the days the
wealthy called Roosevelt a
“traitor to his class”. Where
have all the traitors gone?
Time is at a loss to explain.
Everyone is alone.