Brian’sPoems

Who?

A few good questions...

Who are they,
those nameless, faceless ones
to whom you abdicate choice
and whose clothes you agree to wear
even though they don’t fit well?

They said this.
They want that.
They won’t allow.
They have the money.
They have the answers.
They are the lucky ones.

Where are they?
They are not here.
They are not you.
Do you someday hope
to become one of them?

Quit holding your breath
because you don’t know
what they would say.
Your soul is suffocating.
It needs your breath,
your voice,
your decision,
and your action.

Why even wake in the morning
if you’re gonna give this day to them?