Quiet Keys

White like the page

Letters black

Mimic ink

Connection lost along the way

Lever, bell, carriage sway

Ribbon spool keeping pace

Now empty space, a wake of silence

Charm falling prey to science

The digital age

Update, conform, replace

Spend my days, head buried in the sand

Ignorance is bliss when it comes to politicians

Solicitors at the door

Selling promises

Subject to recall, no remorse

No recourse for the common folk

You want my stance?

I think government is a joke

A yoke

A tool for control

I know where I stand

I stand on my own