Echo Poem by Francie Lynch

Echo



We deserve sounding boards of truth,
Not sponges of deception.

My head is full of lies, equivocations and beguiling stories.
Who can I trust?
The poor?
The limb-lost warrior?
Residents in Cell Blocks A, B, C... and Z?
Patients found out but can't breathe,
Like George.

We must be sound,
And let the voices of truth echo.

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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