Would the good of mankind
Please raise your hands now?
Are you still in attendance?
All I hear in this cacophony of voices
Are the whistles of the greedy
The shouts of racists
The fervor of religious zealots
The chest beating of narcissists
& the cries of the oppressed.
I know you are there, somewhere
Interwoven in this dark fabric of society
Doing good deeds for others
In humble silence
All but shut out from the print
& the stage of the media
Dwarfed by noise
But not by stature
Hidden in the chaos.
(writer’s note: written Fall 2016 during election season)