I have no power.
One among billions.
In a growing gale, my cries are lost. Singular in a sea of voices that do not hear my own.
I have no power, when I am alone.
One of a kind, I feel akin. Like minds thinking in a common dream of better worlds; connection sinks in.
Aware of need, but without support. Aware of them I hear report. From awareness, I recognise others, too.
I know I am one of us, just like you.
I have no power.
But together, we do.
(C) Thomas Kingston
