Talk Talk Talk

an enticing and entrapping circle..

Talk Talk Talk, 

   Why must we talk so much? 

Do we really have

                 so much to say 

that it surpasses the need for action? 

I see you love to talk, and to have your 

    opinions known. 

                   But have we 

ever thought, that perhaps all our 

             talk, simply dissipates

as hot air into the smog? 

With all this talk we're built up so high,

as our voices battle 

                    towards the sky. 

We discuss our beliefs, yet then sigh with 

                  relief as we 

tip our hats to another 

                 problem solved. 

And better still is when we 

  protest and scream whilst 

      living in luxury

that our government is for the dogs.

Would you still so heavily speak 

of unfair tax

between sipping wine from 

a crystal glass 

if you knew of the ignorant stench 

that rises from your tongue? 

You have not been to Hell and back, 

Hell will not be frozen by your arrogant 

     talk of empathy and your lack 

                                 of

                                   tact. 

No, your talk heeds nothing, 

save for the illusion that you're  

               helping somebody. 

But alas we still 

      chat, avidly catapulting 

our ideas into space - their 

               absence of gravity 

reflecting our lack 

     of ambition and grace.

Change begins when we talk, but 

does nothing when we 

                    talk 

          without 

                  stop. 

And as the world cries we forget 

     to refute the lie that said 

that something ever came 

                from nothing.

Author's Note

actually one of my newest finished pieces,, as in, composed this month! wow! Not of the highest quality however, as i'm still recovering from a rather pathetically induced hiatus..