Walk in the Woods
Abstract: Damn These Boxes
A poem, after I spent a morning surfing the internet.
Aimlessly surfing,
from one page to another,
all the same stories and faces,
little hope and no love to be found.
War, injustices, and everyone is pissed off.
Time to unplug, to sit and listen,
for the voice of Hope, the one made of Love.
Damn these boxes.