When one touches another
As audiences, we are touched by another’s valour
React once tweet twice to display emotion
Flush with new pride—we restore blush from grey pallor

Unless we become one of them
We will never understand how dignity can be stripped
By a touch that leaves no bullets or scars
Just found in recollections of the tale’s saved manuscript

They sing breathlessly as canaries
Over the mineshaft of our oblivious existence
Dedicating their song to the virtue
Of willing wandering hearts to learn and to listen

After we learn we rest
But after they teach they can only reflect
Gor the mattress we call our den of great peace
Is the battleground on which they suffered at the


— the Selfless Voice