Everyone’s got an opinion to share.
Connected online, yet worlds apart.
United in worry, but divided at heart.
Sipping coffee, stuck in meetings,
It’s all we can think or talk about.
The same old story, with a different name.
When will this constant chatter end?
Everywhere, east and west, north and south,
In a hundred languages, I hear it cried aloud.
With no solutions but just chatter
On repeat the whole day through,
This endless loop, nothing new.
Another day, more of the same.
A conversation with no end in sight.
The crisis continues, and the talks go on.
Just give us silence, a respite from the storm.
