Like the caged dogs that suddenly begin
to dig at the concrete—out of pure hopelessness;
for change, for escape, for relief—
so we dig into the glass screens of our smartphones,
desperately searching for prophets
of change, of truth, of peace.

Like the caged dogs that suddenly begin
to dig at the concrete—out of pure hopelessness;
for change, for escape, for relief—
so we dig into the glass screens of our smartphones,
desperately searching for prophets
of change, of truth, of peace.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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