Image by Christine Renney
Don’t ever think that we are
So far gone and too far down
And that it doesn’t matter
That their voices, the others’ voices
Are louder and have more clout
That we are just a clamour
And that they are the clarion
And that only they can shout
That they have the megaphone
And all of the music
And are able to drown out our lyrics
Or that the street corner isn’t
A stage or the blank page
Or that the pen, a biro, isn’t enough
Or that they are a fact
And we are merely fiction
hijacked amygdala 
Excellent reminder of how our tiny revolutions count, Mark.
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Thank you Chris.
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Wonderful words that need to be bolded, printed on tomato red paper and taped across the TV screen…
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on The Brokedown Pamphlet and commented:
Christine and I have a new post on Hijacked Amygdala.
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Wonderful. For the many not the few 🙂
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Absolutely. And thank you.
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A message we can never hear enough, alas! Good one …
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Thank you.
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loved this
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Thank you.
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We’re all working hard, to make ourselves heard, by ourselves, as well as others, and, sometimes, the noises outside gets so loud, that we can’t even hear ourselves scream…
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One of your best. A modern polemic of our times (and past times, sadly) we never learn. Words like this. They help us learn (or re-learn) what we should know.
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Thank you Candice.
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