In a world of communication, where all is free to see, regardless of your nation, you stay me instead of we. It's hard for me to understand, how such sad things can be so, seems a feeling sundered land, where did the voices go. Conversation's secular, when easier to speak, more than just peculiar, random words are freak. Secret pocket boxes, that could connect us all, I heard town barking foxes, but silent was mans fall. No voice cried out for friendship, shout thousands silent hole, lost the smile for strangers, bring back the freedom's soul. D.N.Read 2013©