“By law, we’re all equally entitled to have and share our opinions. Quality is rare. Context matters: who’s speaking, and why.”
Who and why…
Children of war huddle in wallows, then die: “Who hates us, Mama? But why?”
Who and why…
Says every paranoiac behind cupped hands: “Who’s that lurking through there?” And, “Why?”
Who and why…
The fuddled maestro sobs into his glass: “Who will ever again listen? And why?”
Who and why…
Whisper insurgents behind a bolted door: “Who sent you? Why did you come?”
Who and why…
Sham politicians who throw up their arms and sigh: “Who do you think I am? Do something, say you? Why should I?”
Who and why…
Though calamity and distress, no indictment, no redress—all tuck tail at the plaintive cry of Who?… and Why?
I couldn’t resist commenting. Very well written!
Thank you very much, Jason.
I love this Dawn!!! It’s dark and melancholy in a beautifully fascinating way. I read it several times. The repetition of “who” and “why” applied to so many contrasting situations really works! Nicely done! 🙂
Thank you, Lisa! It’s been a rough day editing, and that really lifted my spirits. 🙂