Who are you that you can speak
When so many others have kept silent?
Who are you that you can think
When so many others have been naive --
You, who is but one existence
in abundant disregard,
You, who is but incomplex
in harmonious delight?
You, who was not born to orate
nor elocutionize,
Only you have chosen to tell.
Of all those who have come before,
Only you have chosen to blab --
To start with whispers and mutters
and shout until you can descant.
And who are you to be so mighty
That the wrong in command
should oblige thee?
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
