No.57, The letter, 2022

 

    I painted a picture that no one saw

    It remained face down upon the floor

    I recited my poem that no one heard

    Each painful line, deaf ears preferred

    I made  a song that no one sang

    Each bar dissolved without a bang

    I wrote a book that no one read

    All my thoughts just put to bed

    I did my dance, no one joined in

    Each step by step  alone therein

   I stood on my soap box and I spoke

   And  I got derided by the 'woke'  

   I prayed for liberty and for peace

  I   watched the dove of white decease

  I grew weary, until  I did no more

  And then came the Stasi to m y door

  I  wrote this letter so that I could vent

  Stamped and sealed , but never sent …