Listen
to nothing I say.
What do I know,
of life, anyway?
No golden rule
lurks behind my walls,
set in place by fear,
washed away by gall.
No single tear
can bring the wall down.
No frozen laugh
explode frozen ground.
Each must answer
our own question, after all.
Defense is too difficult, like prayers,
behind a fallen wall.
We are conceived in darkness
to become pure light.
Step out silently
from your darkest night.
Do not speak until
you get it right.
The Tower of Babel fell
in noisy confusion
under the hellish weight
of failed communion.
Social media is not social at all.
It tears down towers built
too narrow and too tall.
It explodes every
brick and stone wall
laid to defend and protect us all.
Keep your peace.
Keep mine, too.
Think before you speak.
Or, speak not at all.
annarino writes 