Jun 02

Blackout

One black square on one webpage 
Another pops up too,
A third is seen if you scroll down
Soon there's twenty-two. 
One blank square,
No writting on it
Inky darkness freeze,
And yet the power in the blackout... 
Knowing what it means. 
Ten more squares if you keep scrolling
Twenty soon to be.
Just one square with nothing on it
Soon there's 1,003.
The numbers rise
The silent cries
The firm representation,
The power shows,
Of ending woes
And standing all together. 
200,000 times five more,
400 growings to millions
Each square demanding justice, change.
Those squares have turned to billions.
 
About the Author: Treblemaker
I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.
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