No one follows the unsung.
The rut in the road
wasn’t cut
by the wheels of change.
Maybe one chair in the room
squirms at the lie,
whispers in the hall,
alerts the ear.
And then, two, or more,
gathered together
like found coins,
add value to conviction.
Maybe it’s Congress,
maybe it’s church,
the truth only sets you free
as you speak.
