No One Knows

when do we speak of what is real
when every company has its spiel
when all that's said is said to win

another first place ribbon again
another seat in the elegant chamber
another title out of danger 

salaried to the hilt.

oh I wish things to be real as silt
for us to talk of days to come
when we have time beneath the sun

to watch the skies we used to know
to watch the fading sunset glow
to be alive in every wind

and speak to each as to a friend
and not for hidden advantage.
but now we speak yet we dont say
a single thing that's ours to say

but say whats needed just to sell
and so deprive the living well
the fountain that forever flows

within us all that no one knows.

mary angela douglas 1 may 2020