Jan 18
3 min read
The Power May Be Out, but the People Are Not Powerless
A poet’s lament on our endless blackouts
When my heart is closed.
Poetry
Unlocks the door,
Spills pent-up emotions.
Words
Pour onto rage and
Drown the pesky rant.
Creating and sharing emotions — Spark plugs to ignite your virtual humanity. Everyone deserves to be heard.
