echoes of us

Restrain the roaring voices

to prevent the foreseeable fights

filled with rage and hatred

that could permanently appall

the people of this world.

Lips must sculpt more smiles,

for strangers to see and

I come here to

express myself

semi-anonymously,

but freely

and happily.

My laptop is

bombarded with

tabs, one of which

is YWP.

Always.

I may not

write a poem